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