day 53

every other day still heavy
with stifling dull turns
down oil slicked highways,
enclosed by tunnels
that lead to shark infested
midnight oceans.

half built rafts with/out purpose
begging to be used, ignored.
these words are remnants,
pieces of heavens' mirage
sinking

sinking to a bottom. where
letting go is impossible.
crashing is progress
towards oil slicked silence.
no tunnels to get lost in.
blue waters calm
in their solitude.



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