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Grey and Heavy Baggage

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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