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FebPoWriMo 27

A not insignificant swath 
of my consciousness
convinced itself the world
was already ending in 2016

with deep fakes being
interviewed on the news
stick figures on social media
telling you to be like them

the sickness of conspiracy
threading into a needle
ticking towards itself
into oblivion

after the fog cleared
I told myself it was not
the darkest timeline
I neglected to intimate

the seeds of delusion
were still everywhere
hacking into brains
without abandon

warfare masquerading as
meddling interference
now the bombs are falling
and the truckers convoy

we are at the point of needing
ammunition not a ride

By Joshua Keiter

reader, writer, actor, singer, teacher