For my school friends, a group of
five, that we call...
Conspiracy
Against what? You ask…
In this world of each on his own
We conspire against estrangement
Against disaffection with life’s
dispiriting echo chambers
That judge us short
A soundproof room
We come here to yell and swear
An asylum for idiosyncrasies
We conspire against the world’s
indifference
Where things are pronounced stale
by the minute
A constant, like a buoy
We conspire against obsolescence
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