I breathe the leaves of a maddening sun

Never awake and not quite asleep,
Necrotic night nettles and settles its
Susurrus syzygy somnolent series of
Secrets to keep

Breathing in with shallow squalls
Through contraband and thirsty thralls
Intransigent and prescient of horrors hummed
By heterae
Homily in homely halls

(Being like everyone
There’s got to be someone
I fit)

Poisonous particulates
In the beige light of a gloaming sun

(Breathe slow
This could be all there is)

You have 45 steps to the car
Ten traffic lights to home

Thirty minutes to oblivion


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