Day and age

We walk withered ways
Posturing in places paved with
posthumous exhalations and preternatural kinesis
Can thee exist in this?
Can we expect bliss from blasé?
Can he that is me exit swift
the tryst with pinstripe bedecked dancer?
Bedlam’s bowel brings boredom’s cancer

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