On the day features of psychosis blossomed on the grand delirium,
the leaves vibrated prettily in the slanted light.
It was a quiet afternoon.
The leaves were beneath notice.
And softly into that day came the insult,
a prognosis burned into the flesh of the world
as if someone had taken a branding iron to its flank.
A rogue state
That which we dreaded
That which…
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