morning fix

sections and mentions
hunting in every which way direction,
demeaning human beings
fiendish state of mean
making me believe,
you’re everything
presented to me,
cementing twisted schemes:
system feeds.
breaking fast
with tormented dreams,
twilight ancillaries
lost in consuming deeds,
take a ticket, cheated,
but the horizon is free,
receipts for servitude:
being still in a menial bleak,
as if you’re drinking peace,
in your herbal cup of tea.