Now Then
In focus, a view, violence
Divide to rule, in sight
Midnight of new economy

The framework, revealed (in wide lens)
Consumed and reviled
The sky, filled with iron wool
And drool

And you in this picture
A nib and a grain

(helpless, we shift our weight...)

You could have had anything that you wanted
No fever dreams
And I can't avert my eyes; it's not what I wanted
The fog of distance; a pale severed tongue