when we realize just
how inconsequential
we truly are
the idea of a greater
purpose of any kind
becomes laughable
a daydream to smother
as life continues
without a second thought
as to how we stumble
half blind through
crowds and minefields
incapable of asserting
enough of a presence
to be thought of at all
sentience is wasted on
the barely autonomous

i did not sleep last night
a fungus shimmering
in the darkness alone
unable to figure out
how i will survive
the next three weeks
without basic necessities
an unnecessary stain on
a world that has forgotten
at one time i almost existed