Sunday, February 8, 2026

A poem of now

 A poem of now


I dream of madness

I wake to madness

I quake to madness

I ice to sadness

as I brace for more madness

I choke on the sadness 

but that’s what THEY want so I will not drown in sadness

nor is the path of slipping into their madness the way I will go

Instead I will become ice Melt.


Yours in rebellion,

Count Robot

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