Mastery, a mystery or misery?
YouTube hits
Missed the millions of books dropped by the overhead satellite
Director’s cut scenes
Unhappy actresses with shiny accolades asking actors for an extra smile
Secrets of the dancefloor
Unrhythmical moments when they fell over.
somebody comments
military news story
roll calls
heavy honours
fake curtains
heavy shoulders
heavy people carry heavy things
heaviness is the continuance of many timid people to bring
some songs at last
<what is this Fort around my heart?>
homes and thrones
empty armchair sans ex-best friend
he does not come and visit
warfare set apart the silence of dull darkened evenings
[videos] without abuse or shame.
The satellite had unloaded the starry cargo in the field
This was not a good time to search for a wand in the castle
What could turn this toad into a princely example?
The caster sugar fell off the kitchen counter and rumbled with the thunderous
momentous lunar competition with earthly reason for gravitational sanity
Drop, drop, drop. Thud! Drop! DROP!
Drainpipes of rational dreams contained in the heroic books of other people’s achievements
Nature’s calling for the falling stones of dopey droplets of downsized demarcated forests of ideals
Heavenly reign of books into the street where satellites were attended to Angels
curious where all these videos were coming from
International appeal
Domestic zealots of fundraising sponsor’s pages
School dazes of dropped grades and missed classes
Nobody wanted to get the first class bus home to write an essay about the foaming mouth of the missile grin
The satellite was complementarily smiling about the nuclear breakdown
Frowning A-Level grades of the Ontological + Cosmological clown
Who thought he knew how to think?
It was following the books down
And hard targeted the space next to them on the field!
Crash! Smashed! No pilot there to wallop!
These books are not a drink at the end of the student bar
There was a YouTube blackout for the rudeness
Start again overlooking the journey back home
If you are a star bossy pushover wondering where it all goes now.
Famous names in between quiet castles
Roads with interesting intersections
A history that intrigues the invalid in his isolated cubicle
shadow of intellectual battles
Weekend TV shows
Remonstration derbies
Homecoming queens become girls for horses they don’t own
Who will read my textual feed
When bibliography is urban context?
Did you sell the take away twice when the stale bread was left over
Hardened with the produce numbered by days beside the kitchen bin
Extra food for the birds
A kinder estate proud of foreign affairs
Like a prison ship evoking citywide travel.
The names have distances and the places wear good attire
Come down they say for the belting of a squire
Millions and billions
The newspapers ran for years
Famous people
Repeated lessons in the schools where beards leave the children for daily hope
Tossed overseas without the means to please
Beers and glorious food >
The mellowest lonely light
Forgo tomorrow’s fame
The remembrance of a street
tight of being all knowing
Humans are not robots anymore
The books occupy the land
The satellite won’t get up and stand
The same standard narrative of status is left to the questions, Why, Who and Wherefore?
The 1980’s dancefloor
Robots get big and lend the actors a helping hand
Poets are welcome
~ even if they are from lands of literary robbery
They can be at the touch of a button
dogs snoop for overheads that make them bark.
The memory satisfies the emergent missing stink of social media for the foreseeable future
The Drs and nurses walk around the wreckage and don’t need the fiery mass to harbour a pilot for a seuter
The empty wreckage and the mounds of books take a toll on the village felled trees that are lit up by the blaze
Amazed by the traffic mounting up to watch what is to be keeping the houses busy for nights to come
How will the videos stream and what will they mean with all this literary fun
In a million years from now life will be free
From the of people and their faces.
Then the sad dress of the tightest fanning to impress
Will be for all the assured disgraces.
Apocalyptic fires that burn bright
immeasurable fires of loveless haste
too many talks: < Impatience >
But when he was great he left the room
Huffing in a puff of fuming righteous moody glaring topmost heavy looking down
Some truths shall not fade with white coats in laboratories
the father was reminded of his right to express his mood
<repeatedly>
Like a humming toy that annoys 90 years of electric spoilt lazy videos uploaded to show the past
What of the questions it poses on the street with no name that a foreigner knows
When the topmost deal strikes the television and imbalances the ratings
of the night before
What is the score?
There is always tomorrow
There was always nothing
Some families need no used name
abused
confused
answered
The entrance and exit of a business dragon.
AI Summary
It’s a vision of cultural collapse told through falling books, broken satellites, media overload, and the exhaustion of a world drowning in its own information. The speaker watches meaning disintegrate—education, fame, family, technology—while trying to locate a human centre inside the wreckage. It becomes a portrait of a civilisation burning through its stories, leaving only memory, heaviness, and the faint hope of tomorrow.
