aiming low and hitting
emptiness and grief
my belief is that this time
underhanded deeds will release
the reasons why I took so long
to fly my flag high and render
the tender replies
I owe nothing to the world
it responds in kind
and it doesn't really matter
if nothing really matters
if matter isn't substance and
each moment shatters
splatter my face on the edge of a coin
see which side lands upright
uptight deployed
exploiting my good nature
is a matter of choice
though each prospective partner
gives voice to this point
shun my daylight time walks
shower only in summer
encounters start to flounder
as I'm buried under
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