a malaise of insouciance lays over my being solemn as spinning prayer wheels in a brightly painted candlelit cave on the side of a snowy mountain unseen by man in centuries the loa, the spirits demons, angels, monsters all creep about the insolent indifference that shines in prismatic apathy across crystal bones and belabored sighs […]
at the laundromat during the plague the normally indifferent faces left as eyes floating in an indistinct void over paper masks as the dirt of the week is slowly spun from the soiled cloths that somehow keep this emperor roaming the hallways of his own mind in glorious nude misunderstatement of the differences between viral […]
the lock weighs heavy some days an anchor draped in ink across my heart numbing the world like a heavy metal antiseptic preventing the overflow a dam erected at the source of confusion so many ran their fingers across the lock only to roll over and face the wall rather than the indifference
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