With all faded inks, all the moment
perished, blast— stories begin exactly
where it ends, all in once that's done.
I scarcely think about the years, gapped
between unknown numbers.
Dual monitor,
Just punch 3,2,4,
Hello—?
Nope, maybe call at the best hours.
I see, the faltering breath in each step
trying to get apart, stillness wide open
awake, by the fire in the long fuzzy blanket—
Some days are full of bright ears,
Worn out in a snazzy kind glance.
But I don't look for you,
Only to hear what perils fold,
papers crumbled into tiny balls,
“Clarity is only concise, precise.”
Glad I’ve joined the doom holocaust.
Stirred my life into dread charm.
— 19th January, 2024.
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