In the chains of delight
in the troupe of the duped…
In the plains of deep white
in this group with no group…
As the dopamine grows
to the heights of the slain…
As the ketamine flows
and ignites in his brain…
It is then that I write
and listen
and cry…
As again with last rites
we christen goodbye.
Written by Jason Wright
October 9, 2026