Infiltrated artistry, 
artillery for money, 
executive fantasy,
contrived,
appropriated.

Creating it all,
through acceptance. 
So, it cannot fade away,
anytime soon,
will always, go the distance.

Seasoned avalanches 
and cavalcades,
never taking no for an answer. 
Standards changing, 
reflections of top-down desires.

Fell asleep, 
among sedative tongues
and pot-bellied stoves, cloves,
frozen for years, dry tears.
Made beds for monocle quests,
the sound of skidding cars
and screams,
intertwined.

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