That’s the way it feels:
As if in a dream,
Like nothing existed
At all, the petering out,
The flick on the nose
From the Universe.
Ho-hum, we text.
The weakest points
Remain from the git-go,
One surmises.
One surmises.
OK, we text.
And so it happens —
And so it happens —
Little lives
Passed over,
Bad blood running
Through hearts.
Ugh, we text.
I have to ask myself
I have to ask myself
— and this shakes me —
Why do I not feel
The purifying change?
Maybe next time
(...)
Maybe next time
(...)
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