depth is an illusion

if we at least
attempt to find
the poetry
in the everyday
rigmorale of
the perpetual
sameness inherent
in existence
we can leave
a broken trail
of heartwept
insolence to
confound future
dousing the flames
of this trashfire
into windswept
paintings to
brighten the
eastern sky

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