the sun sets later, my need never rests

a case of incidentally
accelerated entropy
falling to pieces
at the speed of
broken hearted miseries
racing along the neon
highways across dessicated
daydreams in monofilament
mistreatment as prescribed
by the general tactioner
the gradual practitioner
of factual transgressors
in the crystalline chamber
of nondescript actualities.

(iamtryingtotellyou
theferventneedtokissyou
isoverridingsurvival
instinctsasnothingelse
seemsrealinthishaze
ofcatastrophiclonging)

trapped in a skewed reality
where the metaphorical
and metatextual collide
leaving nothing but the sad
confusion of survivor’s remorse.

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