In cracked concrete and servant’s squalor,
Or luxury apartment decadence.
The kind and right word to a friend,
Or the blackening descent of flexed contempt.
A marathoning pornographic puritan,
Or dripping tissues in wastebasket metal.
An eloquent appeal to the executioner of lit orbs,
Or the acceptance as vermin in eternity’s pit.
The heart remains vicious,
And movement is unchanged.
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