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displacement, the basement, isolation
relented six stairs down bulb, tired lungs,
tired eyes, crooked not up but sideways
for now. the rise and fall and gentle
never stops i pulled the clouds
inside me and now raining again. cried in
my sleep last night for the time. dying while
i live, living we die. futility abounds six feet
deep within the coffee grounds. there
are volcanoes now apartments in red and
brown salt the earth and never grow
ashes look like falling and just sitting there
more than the county fair the smell of
crowds, a burning nose a familiarly morose
half-assed attempt to fail half-assed reflection
ghostly pale you're waving
i cementing my fear ...