Words flow like rain in a gutter
Ceaseless
No concern for their path
No intent
Washing seeds away
No focus
Just exist to exist
Why should I care?
My love for humanity in general
Not wanting to be too specific
Hard for a drowning man to help one who is also drowning

I would take us both down

My apathy a kindness
My gruff rejection a concession to the
Material imperialists

And yet I still raise my face and voice in defiance