Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god


I wake up.
Tears together,
We move around
In an estuary
Of guilt and uselessness.
I drone on about
Woes and misery,
Deeply hungering for
Something invisible.
F(u)(c)k it.
I crawl back under
Whatever rock I crawled out from,
Letting my imagination warm me.
The voices are not real,
But they are there.
My eyes burn,
I stare to make sense of
All these meshes of colors.


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