23.iii.22
809
3.82
sardines
or
I am constantly reminded
of my own insignificance
the whole world in a spin
what can I do?
I am used to being ignored
you in your own head
and we could hide together
make it a public thing
words break out now then
here there, more mud!
never be noticed
sometimes shone with the sun
consider the breadth and depth
how distances have caught
structures of heart
blow hither and yon
you, too, my friend, soon nothing
here let me blow you a kiss
often at a watering hole
go by rule of thumb and under
godlessness will do this too
so help me!
hear me roar!
a painted breeze and gone
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