The Great Failure
I fail to understand how I sleep at night
Where have you been dear sanity
and why do you evade my
quietest moments
This talking to someone
I fear whom may or may not exist
has been weighing
Heavily on the wrong side
of conscious thought
insistent on killing the enemy
Likely existing from within
a simple & delicate psyche
(in)capable of triggering
This insistence of wielding
instruments of creation
over the inevitable
december two thousand twenty-two
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