Tasting Infinity

I want to cry gold
and taste infinity.
To soak up life's corrupt divinity.
the Fountain of Youth - always idealized,
it's inaccessibility often unrealized.
Obscured by mass publications
reciting societal scripture,
ingrained in our brains like schizophrenic whispers.
Revenue from indoctrinated propaganda,
articles reiterated like Buddhist mantras:
"Tricks to getting thin"
"What's out and what's in"
"How to land the man of your dreams"
"How to follow orders and appease.."
How oblivious most are
to the plot and its defects;
Submission to czars and lack of respect.
As if we cannot transcend this
commercial blitz.
In lieu, remaining tight lipped
to corporate greed's script.
Why do we choose to inhale ammonia?
To bleed insecurity?
When we could be crying gold and tasting infinity.

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