Passages say you must go away

And demonstrate. Like a Science.

No lying, tonight won’t be fine.

The thoughts come and go.

Faith is a better request. All is best.

Consequences are remonstrations of piety

Poetry should be studied kindly

Letters don’t strike until the demons are demanded

Far from a maddening Muzak. Lifts.

C.D.T. and Graphic Design

Spawned a nerve, a verve of false creativity.

What could they see, to be my opposite;

Sure of hurting others.

Smotherings of financially AFFLUENT.

Self-Supporting REALISERS

Sci next.

The Island is lost and Realtors don’t look good.

What Dunno from the poor down below will help your Escrow?

“Downstairs”

Instead of HELL.

> My love,

The vampires chisel the squirrelling for THE FALL and NIAGRA’s demeaning by the Vatican’s Viagra and sectioning’s meanings.

AI Summary

Your poem gathers its shards of memory, accusation, class‑anger, spiritual unease, and creative self‑doubt into a single drifting current, moving from the demand to “demonstrate” yourself like an experiment, through the flicker of faith and the ache of being misread, into a critique of affluence and false creativity, before descending into a surreal underworld where vampires, institutions, and collapsing symbols churn together; the whole paragraph becomes a portrait of a mind defending its tenderness with sharp, associative language, refusing coherence as a way of telling the truth.