an umbrella against idiocy

a consistency
in gray malaise
the other cars
simply blurs
indistinct obstructions
frightened of the elements
driving as if the world
was ending because of
unpalatable precipitation

this sisyphusean
monotony of increasingly
heavier boulders
breaks the spirit
then the body
until the shattered
pieces of self are
ground to souldust
glittering in the
overflowing gutters

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