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Honest, Dwindling Human

Keep thinking that you

are dying.

Perpetuating feeling

for years.

 

Because if black is not looming

the thought is lost.

Evaporating rivers

the end is near.

 

Focus easy.

 

Memories are not video

still seeing back.

The difference between belief

and clouds in head.

 

The end is near

been learning from it.

As if in limbo

been leaning on it.

 

Easy now.

 

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Anymore

these are not

salient thoughts

 

clouds are drifting

towards the east

 

unearthing all words

with a small, small spade

 

how it is easier

in natural settings

 

clouds drifting towards the east

converging with the ocean