Somewhere in the end-of-season sale landscape
history starves for lack of awareness
living on liquid sugar and fruit- flavored gummy snacks.
There is nothing to believe anymore
outside of memeworld proclamations. 
We must be self-styled archeologists 
finding earthenware hand-thrown truth
buried under a casino construction site
finding solace in our work, making the mind forget
as the dying kids of summer find an abandoned swimming pool
for reel swan dives while their parents, trying
not to give into wet dreams of their last cigarette
doomscroll through how-to videos of shit 
their grandparents tried to teach them.