Putting forth my call to the collective mind
How many of us?
The chimaera of time
How many of us, this time?
Prospect shot possibility
as it started with me
Pouring forth my all to the collective mind
How many of us, this time?
Identify the same prospect
still and still never find vertex
but rather misplace the context
find it easier than to digest

a putrid, ruthless, and museless world
without a reason, who can stroll?
How many of us, this time?
rejected by the collective mind
How many of us, this time?
reject the collective mind

He who can't uphold his title
still the world remains belittled
by that which is vital
to stave the force that whittled

How many of us, this time?
still caught in the mirage
How many of us, this time?
evince the holy barrage?