perhaps i am
furiously passive
petulantly glaring
waiting for
something anything
that could possibly
make me feel more

an inert spark
a fleeting hope
dashed upon
the harsh reef
a letdown
a failure
a deep regret
etched deeply
into subliminal

an amorphous
cloud of locusts
in thick amber
perfectly preserved

hazily clustered
photonic disarray
bounced swiftly
from dead satellite
the dark side of
lunar lunacy
a maladjusted

a blood spatter
kaleidoscopic nightmare
a gentle ripple
black against black
over the stillheart
of the void

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