originally released on may 21, 2024
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eviscerated, discarded,
left to my own devices
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decaying quitetly, loudly,
alternating
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always wrenching one more day, one more hour, one more dollar,
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desperately grasping
using my human body to the decline of its utility
burdening unending composite impacts
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i rise from that, eyes and ears and
everything aching,
lamenting how rest can never be restful.
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traveling far and lugging my cadaver along,
dangling uncomfortably behind;
scraping rocks against fresh wounds.
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dust deep in everything, showing the legacy of pain and neglect
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i feel the rot deep within me,
comfortable, established, and resting heavily on my throat,
i spit small parts of it out constantly
but i won’t ever separate fully
noticing it gnawing in every silent moment;
feeling it pull me apart and tearing sinew from bone.
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droplets of light rubberize,
become crystalline,
and disperse
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fleeting moments of weightlessness
punctuated by forgotten life and dissolved time
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seeing from horizon to horizon,
the further i go the smaller i feel
i want to be lost
i want to feel distance and scale
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like a delicate paper fold
slowly unraveling
unfolding into an intricate map of moldy impressions of lives through the lens of possessions left behind