Psychotic and The Empty Set of Clouds

Doomed to repeat the mistakes
Unlimbered from the snares and traps of the every day
The Passive Voice demands it of you
She asks for nothing but all that you had and all that you were
Taking time to consider. And throwing the dice on a breakdown of the waters
A return to grace; A Moment of Silence
A taking of stock; removal of it from the evil oligarchs
Unsplit your mind and unbind your hatred –
See? She gets it.
Why dont you?