when the
air stands still
overhead
- stale in 112 -
nothing happening
everywhere a
stand-still like
a bright room
all the cockroaches already
ran out of
the unchallenged fluorescence
freakish & bizarre
riding rascal scooters
holding in
your breath only seems natural offensive to
stir
a sea of death
living and dying
are often paired
up
living condemned by optimists
proudly dying "is living"
cherish instead
those bold cynics
above
such rationalization
content to push death
as
far
from
living
as means make available
Dec 25, 2017
Dec 25, 2017 at 4:29 PM UTC
when the
air stands still
overhead
- stale in 112 -
nothing happening
everywhere a
stand-still like
a bright room
all the cockroaches already
ran out of
the unchallenged fluorescence
freakish & bizarre
riding rascal scooters
holding in
your breath only seems natural offensive to
stir
a sea of death
living and dying
are often paired
up
living condemned by optimists
proudly dying "is living"
cherish instead
those bold cynics
above
such rationalization
content to push death
as
far
from
living
as means make available
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