so
so
bored of the
same old
same old.
all is grist,
I'd call it a grift too.
all of it,
from the womb to the lichgate,
the womb and the lichgate included.
hope is about as high
as a sink full of dishes.
my only relief from anything
comes from staring at stars,
knowing I'll have to
endlessly relive this.
entropy lent at interest.
Aug 26, 2021
Aug 26, 2021 at 2:25 AM UTC
so
so
bored of the
same old
same old.
all is grist,
I'd call it a grift too.
all of it,
from the womb to the lichgate,
the womb and the lichgate included.
hope is about as high
as a sink full of dishes.
my only relief from anything
comes from staring at stars,
knowing I'll have to
endlessly relive this.
entropy lent at interest.
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