no turns left
no returns
friendship ends
complications begins
with classes on compassion
degrees to limited kindness
days without the winds
peep hole grievances
discussion taboos
strands of headlights
organized around bodies
around the clock
around the world
in the artificial
plus ten
minus, the history of cotton
lost in,
depression occupation -
misery's hgher prices;
pronounced progress
pronouns in progress
pronounced quotidian momentum
like killer ants linked to
off shore troops waiting to kill
linked to shapes of darkness
that trap light
in worn authority
kept it in place with unruly mob
stoned to death in position
I stone my own death
leave my wings behind
leave myself in a limitation
an search for a naturalized zone.
there's a knock
wont you come in
its the museum of everything
jewels of doomed skies
full of artificial ceilings
and plaster brains
I become reality
a neither impulse
in drastic action
bits of body in a thought process
like a dog returning to its own vomit
pronounced rotten
cut off from the begging collective
like fredrick douglas said
“I have found to make a content slave,
it is necessary to make a thoughtless one”
I have found to make a content worker
make then hunger for everything
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