de camions de pompiers et de tournevis

a sense of
always starting
in the negatives
giving more
than is received
on a perpetual basis
leads to a deficit
six feet deep
and growing
every single day
until the tap
goes dry and
a true reciprocation
is given to the
express digression
of a wilted world
in half promised
impossibilities

shiny metal firetrucks
and lost screwdrivers
the dying memories
old spice and
crackling tobacco
everyday another
incremental loss
a constantly expanding
deficit of hope leading
to daydreaming about
thirteen loops swaying
in the ceiling fan

we all die slowly
each breath shorter
than the last as
inevitable decay
consumes the last
dreamembers leaving
nothing but the
darkness within to
percolate depression

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