Subjunctive rearticulation project

Memory fails in the public square
flooded twice with the perfume of decay
those unmentioned, offending factory outlets
nightly recalculations of clever hopes and desire
who suffer again and again
excessive euphoric language dreams
only to neglect their own annihilation
in an imperial light that never ceases
repeating; “I am fleshly poured concrete,
a compulsory wake for the voice”
of eros and dust
beleaguered by the later
wearing endless violations
on our collective being