#web-lands

the child seeking worlds jumps from the altar.

i roam web-lands alone, err ever far.

game-over medium, socials swallow.

the old busy their eyes stuck to the tar;

the next victims are too young to follow.

in the swamp, the titans spend, spew and dance.

they spill the chaos, split smile, backwards glance.

poor soul spent, stop gripping your self lent,

your ego just broke, you need love to live.

refuse the weapons titans like to rent,

reach for the One Peace — no titan will give.

the man returns empty-handed — content.

athan levy

part of the palace suite [lands outside the palace walls]