Terminal Islander

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what manner of support is there to be begged
from the transactional family estate of late capitalism

that feeds off the disaster
experiment in collapsed colonial paradise
singing oh! my heart's devotion (oh! dembow-shun)
still unheard against a solitary flood?

reaching end of shelf life
all efforts evidence examples crushed
discarded ashes to ashes in our dumpster fire?

is this a tightrope o una cuerda muy muy floja
sobre la cual Karl Wallenda und Ich
perdemos el balance?
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