The Candy-Coloured Disconnect

In the tunnel of the oblivious,
we dig ourselves to golden taffy rings
and slip them on our fingers,
smile for our chocolate ignorance.

Was it always candy-coloured, this
nightmare of disconnect? Did it
always taste so sweet, biscoff dreams
and peach rings
cherry lacquer
eyes on sticky screens?

Did we always dream a number
higher than we could count,
as we slide down the caramel fountain
raisins and plums clotting our gums?
Red hearts turned meaningless,
war children snapped
like peppermint sticks?

Ideas built from robot parts
But the tongue in toffee smarts,
and let the sugar smooth our depth.
Bury the castle of nuance under
a swirly little nougat,
our sight glistens with brittle
as we watch heroes whittle.

(Their waists so thin,
no matter the candy they take in.)

We know shiny red is heaven-sent,
dreams brewed with confectioner's paste,
sent from God himself
to melt 
our brains.

We love candy land,
we twirl and swirl 
and suck off the man. 

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