I
do not care about your family
I
do not want to hear about your drama
I
do not want to know you procreated and those offspring discovered
some
nuance of life that is repetition
Today,
I
want to be left alone.
I
do not want to talk
I
do not want to sense
I
want to be numb
I
want to extract so that I do not have to exit
I
want to process so that the backlog does not strangle
I
want to express to myself, not for you, not for others, for me
The
gossip of the hallways is accelerating my combustion
I
do not want this
I
do not want the void
I
want the numb so I can contemplate
The
parade of conversations appears meaningless
Toys
of this planet, finite, pirate-talk
Matters
not, matters so, matters not, matters go awash
In
the brigand tides of there is no tomorrow or yesterday, only now
Dissolving
into sands stretching for the weakest among us
To
grasp dignity in the refuse floating
I
do not want to see or speak or hear or taste or touch or smell
The
ocean enveloping, I simple wish to allow the process
Be
the nothing for a wave
Let
the liquid oblivion soak
Return
when the blank has quenched the stark
The
commotion is all the same word
Repeated,
repeated, repeated
Screeching,
screeching, screeching
I
have forgotten every reason.
I
have forgotten every reason
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