Oh bless us that we are so connected and somehow,
far apart and hateful. Bless these weird wires under the earth and through the air that are seemingly
altruistic -- that selfless concern but "look what I did"
there's a fern in the office. A grown ass woman drinking beer and drying the dishes.
a discussion on the living room floor, on a yoga mat, on an Ikea futon,
deep in the arguments of you, the nature, the end all of our gene pool.
concept of conscience and police siren.
these are the dark documentaries of being all too similar, all too genuine.
the slow sound of someone calling loud for their dog wandering the neighborhood,
and how it always now becomes late
this world is heavy on dear Atlas, these roads are dying on his little back.
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