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this great monotony

Friday 6th November 2020

this great monotony. this, the

almighty force to keep you

exactly where you ought to be.

and shouldn't you be made?

at the grand old age (two decades),

not long and you'll be past it!

stay where you are, then,

to keep the cogs turning.

you are capital. my dear,

you are not creative (n.).

never mind the poetics. never

mind the prose. the pranayama,

the pages and pages.

what are your words to me?

wasted they are, on the war there and

the politics here, that religion and this sex

and those drugs, the fire, on her and how

she makes you feel things and the weather,

the fucking weather and

most of the time, you just feel scared.

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