Long run

Love has fainted and gone away

Days are tainted and aestheticized

In a strange sort of anxiousnesses,

Transforming everyday stuff

In architectural atrociousness.

 

The long run lies ahead, full of atypicalities.

Joy may result from a contemporized attitude,

An act of mutual respect overcoming contrarieties

A fight against our dependability

A victory of individual liberty

 

Waves of desperateness transpired

Of that woman long term determination

Guiltlessness, by a groundskeeper such as her

Heartburnings, incantational powers,

Matriarchate untamable, soil of a nation

 

Margaret Mead, clairvoyantly,

Talked of committed people

Comradeliness of the few

Reverberative thought, never feeble.

Growthinesses in the morning dew