Self-Infliction
Explosion, implosion,
tomorrow is gone
A new self-destruct mode,
old enemies throng
We’re now on the poster,
PUBLIC ENEMY ONE
The canaries all dead
—with zero the sum
(The New Room: March, 2021)
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