Jan 1
Won't the sky just drop it
it just stares with those questioning clouds knows
that answers are stupid - listless
broken masts on beaches
The fucking sun will not stop unblinking
another wonderous day has set upon us years even
in their ruminations - they are villains
knives to throats and heels
Perhaps we war because we see the tempo and cannot keep a beat
unable to un-bond from the churn of the calendar
even in the face of all the universe - we cannot yet
do away with it
Bring ourselves to unhinge that door rusty tho it is
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