The devious has no name

It moves with you, in the gas lit streets
steeped in the dregs,of fossil excrements,
pulsing and biding time, that is measured
on smart watches and in weightiness alike,
hanging for succour at the teat of kindness,
supplicating for the ministrations of Nephthys,
seeking resurrection, resurgence into memory
belief upon belief of layered lies of the dictates
of civilization, obscuring the natural,
obliterating the wick of the human candle,
dampening the fires of our unbridled humanity.

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