Cassandra yawns.
Her mother unleashes
a flaming torch.
Now a round of cocktails
ignites the gloom.
Déjà vu in the City of Light.
Hoodies dance through
a tear-gas brume,
redolent of Monet.
The future is the frontline
as the blade drops
on a dreamscape in the red.
Now a round of cocktails
ignites the gloom.
Déjà vu in the City of Light.
Hoodies dance through
a tear-gas brume,
redolent of Monet.
The future is the frontline
as the blade drops
on a dreamscape in the red.
John Walter Taylor
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12 October 2026
