Wednesday, November 13, 2013

undoing by fences
realities true and clear,
the distance to your
well-being far
and real,
the homeostasis
of your soul
impossibel, every second of their
prescence a shattered glass,
a knife in the moment to stab,
and you wonder
is this my undoing
or theirs
as the invisible fences
pile, tell us all is physical,
people fall off the
grid and
exist never again

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