(The Suspicious Oracle shifts in their booth, then stands from the table to sway into the light. They sweep the dust from their clothes and flash a smile.)
It's been noted. Oh,
my observation is go.
Perceptive circuits
caught the web
where it stretches
overhead.
Words, words, words,
beautiful pontifications
Words, words, words
eloquent romanticisms
of the empathy empty. n. devoid
(The Suspicious Oracle removes a bill from their coat and presents it to the audience.)
In blood these names list
the elite who seem to
herd together,
and at the gate
keep the risen. .
.
.
.clean
The searing ray of
justice past due
will melt the
chains save
freedom
for the
few
