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Stagnation

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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benjamin-woolley
American
Published
Dec 25, 2017
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