the natural way to stop the undermining the great rot
is to step into blinding white light, the I see you kind.
inside this sterile vessel is a bland accounting
a calculator of the utmost, hear it see it.
there is a kind of slow panic, a tortoise realization
that ingrains into the moment mind that doesn’t speak
but draws onto my bleary eyes, a cold glacier
that seems deadly eager to scrape my face away.
take some vitamin d, it’s winter sadness
but no there is a pregnant silent warning
a sort of sober serious staring librarian
waiting to shush me.
my flight is delayed, so I bend to grab my suitcase and someone says that looks heavy need some help?
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