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 Jan 2021 Aphasia
Exosphere
processing loss is a very dangerous job
the machines are terrifying
the hours are long
and the pay is terrible
The light that blasted through the fog went away not with a stutter but backward with a slow reversal of fate.
The I that was and I that am couple and copulate in a resounding we that quietly submits to Time’s mastery.
And you: an eternal centrifuge.
Spinning and pulling only to stop
And send me on a trajectory forever towards the pins that will never fall.

— The End —