New New

Hurl me past the new rulers of 2008. What measure are they of values built on burnt and dead flesh? Fire me for the past, cast me out into the dimly lit future so bright with hope and still dark as a tank with despair. I am willingly thrown aside or part of the next call. Disturbatory mandates fill the cast with doubt. The family is outside and right beside the host. You might be a guardian angel, mime and siren. Why stop when dysfunction is the easiest way to collect the other's dreams. In 2008 we collect our own.