vacant is the minute
still is the hour
quiet is the day
so quiet that i can almost hear the flow
of blood through the vein and vessel
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once a corinthian column
now another memory of collapse
a victim of the same paradigm that
brought jericho to its knees
defeated by the volume that orbits the mind
a life without feeling doesn’t sound half bad
no longer impressed with the impression of
wholeness, especially when my collage-like
vision doesn’t imply one
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martially locked in place
sufficed to dream of a place where i am
placed above everything that i’ve
replaced with space and authority
but as profoundly ugly as it reads, here is
where i demanded to be emplaced
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i am not afraid to admit that i was once
rendered human by the powers that be
what had once felt gratifying now feels
catastrophic and fragmented
a reality rendered in shrapnel
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i am warming up to this frame of mind
that i reckon a playground of nothingness
a recess of ruin
a space without demerit and regret for the
measure of loneliness i’ve chosen to lean into
