catch 22

echoes
wandering with
one breath left
expelled in
a bipolar transmission
reduction, redirection
tremble at the sound of calamity
curious and furious
i hear you call

strength or karma
one last poem
the profanity
of humanity
corrupted, you must
kill the past,
part the prophet,
and drop the pen
for the time is almost near

316-catch-22

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