In the substratum
the heart beats once
a week. A small
dumb present, I try
to be sweet. It depends
on how far you are away
from what you are. The way out
is through the door. Morning
and late morning, the fluidity
and constancy of pain and
its consistency. A gentle ventilation—
a chaser. And now…one hallucination
that you’ve dreamt twice.
Farewell to Earth
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The Failures of a Non-Performer 