Hypersonic Tsunami

I/you
is/am/was
a soldier of
fortuitous (mis)fortune
a quiet
puddle
piddling in
southerly sloth
a gnarly ghost
galloping in
whirling ~ twirling ~ swirling
electronic sandstorms
!---)))>>>--->>>)))---!
adrift in tortured time
submerged in
the timeless slime of
gaslit dumpster fires
a hypersonic tsunami
of repetitive rage
revolting within & against
a cadaverous cage
light is muted
visions are mooted
delusions get uprooted?
an unfortunate creature soldiers on
!̶̙̭́ͅ-̴̢͕͕̱̼̏͋̇͆̋̉̈́̚͝-̴̢͖̫̩̦̣̖̈́̔͒͊͘̕͜-̴̭̙̖̠̜͙̮̓́̀͌͑͊͜)̵̢͓̪̭̓̓͠)̴̧̺̲͇̳̲̼̯̖͙͗̂̐̚͝)̴̥͉̹̠̰̣̱͌̂̍̎̕͘͠ḧ̵̞̟͔̻͙̥͙̗͒̿͒̕T̸̘̦̃̔̍̀̅͌͝y̸̬̼͓̻̪͎̏͒S̴̼͙̬̝̰̦̥̜̐̅͂̀̃͠p̵̧̭̮͓̯̓͐̑̾͒̐͘̚͠͠Ư̶̡̢̨̨̜͚̼̱̺̒̍̐͜e̵̻̰̿̀̈N̵̢̗͕̗͓̑̀̈́̾̓̀͒͂͝r̶̨̛̫̬̯̱̺̘͖̹̝͋̓̋̚Ã̵̰͇̞̎̓̅̊̀̚͝͝s̷̡̲̘̻̹̯̝̗̲͆̔͂͐͒̄͌̍͜M̶̨̞̟̲͓͎̾̽̊̌͐̋̍̎͘ȯ̴̤̙̯͎̯͓̟̉I̵͖͂̈͂̕n̴̢̫̪̟̖̦͈͆̆̏i̷̧̡̹͚͉̼̤̒̀̚c̵̛̖̱͋̀̏͐́̾́͘>̶͇͈̖̣͖͖̹̔̂̎̈́̒͋͘͠ͅ≯̻̄̓͝͝≯̢̡̣̱̞̤̺̥̐̇̾̊̒̕͜)̷̜͐̄!̷̖̠̤͈͍̟̻̖͊̽̅͗̈́͋̃́̿̕͜
-NJV (2022/2023)
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Comments
Futility... ( i seem to be using and feeling that word a lot lately) that's what this poem screams to me. Also indifferent boredom. I'm not sure who invented life as we know it or why we fall in line like sheep but the bars of the cage feel more constricting each year. Unique format and very much liked. x
I really appreciate your perceptive analysis & thoughtful feedback.
Wonderful work Tomcat.
Todays reality in a nutshell
John
Thank you, John--I'm glad it describes today's reality.