forget it…

a discomfort i cannot express

encased in meat and bone and water

trapped in a mechanism of our own existential wandering

they come from all over

inexplicably unstable and full of disquiet

how may i direct your call

to nowhere

to nothing

an existence made sentient for its own amusement

they shove their fingers inward to drown out the chaos

as they point and laugh

mad with mirth

mad at the world

there is nothing left for us here

in this state of absolute and utterly

inexplicable abjection.

forget it…

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