Not enough said.
Gaps between words like a chasm;
between sentences you shimmer
and fade into an ocean babble of white.
Then from your cabin in the woods
you lurch reborn in a zombie retch:
A bacillus of text.
Tell me what you feel
Those thoughts that you think
Life as you're living it
Tell me every little thing
The inches you pack
The breaths you've been breathing
Those stars that spell a name you thought you'd forgotten
Your fibre optic prayers for rain
Tell me it all
No detail too small.
For my part: Fuck You
That's all I really wanted to say.
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