American Apocalypse (graphic art)

Alt-Psalm #1 (a poem)

Why, O LORD, do you stand far off?

up in cloudy heavens

obscured by bright suns

that brutalize my brethren

i seek peace, O LORD

but pieces of me shatter

into tiny shards

every time the gun shots

blare in this dystopian world

We hide, strategize in the shadows of

the Techno-City, away from Portia’s

prying eyes – don’t worry, you’re safe here

from the tyranny of technology.

Staring at these screens, I wonder

if I’ll get sucked inside and live in the vastness

of our Great Collective Unconscious like so many

writers have prophesied.

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