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Jan 2017
the lethargy
seeping like some primordial liquid
through the walls of my rocky cave
into my morning
into my enthusiasm
into my productivity

the discomfort
descends a familiar blanket
coarse wet fibrous
to fall from above and wrapΒ 
my shoulders
my torsoΒ 
my legs

so common
so disinterested in the individual me
this coldΒ 
it moves in
indifferent
to ride my rapidly waning energy
like a broken horse
to its next host
ottaross
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ottaross  Ottawa
(Ottawa)   
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