I've developed a blinding frustration.
A frustration once latent that has been slowly building and bubbling away recently.
Looming until it finally started cracking thread-like lines across my surface,
branching off into intricate,
spider web patterns.
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My vision is tunneling and my hands so often begin to shake now,
I feel like a surgeon operating somewhere in the antarctic.
A struggling attempt to contain a white-hot, existential rage.
I’m driving a vehicle of sentience,
and in the passenger seat is some invisible,
insatiable need to fight, **** or explode.
He’s begging me to let him drive for a while.

N.H.