Opioids, A Fever Dream 3

Lo, a fever dream had taken hold
In midday Maine
The heavenly disk shot across a mind’s horizon
Leaving nothing but streaks of color
They weren’t hope
But momentary entertainment

Little caskets
Shaking darlings
Cackling statesmen
All those collided in an endless galaxy
Waiting for reprieve

But supposedly nature didn’t give second chances
Only brief rainbow rays of fortune
Maybe the statesmen were right
Under the new laws
However unwritten or pushed into the future
That children were just passengers
Waiting for their caskets to slow down or speed up


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