Three Doses
There was a town he visited once,
just for an afternoon on a certain day.
The roads had no signs, but the air had a fein smell.
He sat on a bench and watched the clocks forget themselves.
No one honked. No one yelled.
The buildings leaned in to listen.
He returned with empty pockets
His lungs was full of air, he couldn't pronounce.
Now his own town is just a madeleine moment,
and every breath he takes is just loment.
Because the town he was in was full of fragments.
He walks where the alley fold and fray.
The rain came and went that quickly washed away in gray.
The wind still calls his name in sunken tones,
but the sidewalks crumble beneath his eyeful bones.
The first dose
He waits where the shade never fades
for a bus with no purpose, in a charade of parades.
Each sunset and sunrise brings a different atmosphere.
until the mood was broken as something passed—
it was a reindeer.
He wondered why there was a reindeer,
but life didn’t care. The reindeer kept on,
It came from a place with hooves that were carved, and a town that didn't have a name.
No sleigh, no snow, no northern star—
just the afternoon he breathed, returned from afar.
Because the scar remains, he knows its name:
the curb, the rain, the clockless frame.
The buildings leaning, unafraid,
all grew antlers, all obeyed.
the shape of doors he’d never known,
and it turned out that life wasn't something you found in a room, it was out there waiting to be seen.
Second Dose
Because it showed him, he cannot unlearn.
Yet he is stupid, shy, and small.
His hands won’t make the antlers turn,
or build the town, or break the hall.
He cannot call the reindeer to come,
or speak the air, or beat the drum.
Because he cannot call, he waits.
And waiting feeds the seam’s own greed.
Greed says more where once still.. Longs
and plants a paper tongue to plead.
So still, he waits in fold and fray
for that same reindeer to cross his way—
the reindeer-town with rain for breath,
the only cure that starves to death.
The last Dose. None—
May 8
May 8, 2026 at 5:02 AM UTC
Three Doses
There was a town he visited once,
just for an afternoon on a certain day.
The roads had no signs, but the air had a fein smell.
He sat on a bench and watched the clocks forget themselves.
No one honked. No one yelled.
The buildings leaned in to listen.
He returned with empty pockets
His lungs was full of air, he couldn't pronounce.
Now his own town is just a madeleine moment,
and every breath he takes is just loment.
Because the town he was in was full of fragments.
He walks where the alley fold and fray.
The rain came and went that quickly washed away in gray.
The wind still calls his name in sunken tones,
but the sidewalks crumble beneath his eyeful bones.
The first dose
He waits where the shade never fades
for a bus with no purpose, in a charade of parades.
Each sunset and sunrise brings a different atmosphere.
until the mood was broken as something passed—
it was a reindeer.
He wondered why there was a reindeer,
but life didn’t care. The reindeer kept on,
It came from a place with hooves that were carved, and a town that didn't have a name.
No sleigh, no snow, no northern star—
just the afternoon he breathed, returned from afar.
Because the scar remains, he knows its name:
the curb, the rain, the clockless frame.
The buildings leaning, unafraid,
all grew antlers, all obeyed.
the shape of doors he’d never known,
and it turned out that life wasn't something you found in a room, it was out there waiting to be seen.
Second Dose
Because it showed him, he cannot unlearn.
Yet he is stupid, shy, and small.
His hands won’t make the antlers turn,
or build the town, or break the hall.
He cannot call the reindeer to come,
or speak the air, or beat the drum.
Because he cannot call, he waits.
And waiting feeds the seam’s own greed.
Greed says more where once still.. Longs
and plants a paper tongue to plead.
So still, he waits in fold and fray
for that same reindeer to cross his way—
the reindeer-town with rain for breath,
the only cure that starves to death.
The last Dose. None—
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