wild monotony
I live
in Sector 75 G
and pray
that you’ll remember me:
Long after the beams, rotted, fall from the walls.
And the walls always fall,
and the walls always fall…
I’ve had no pretty-penny thoughts
in 75 days; I have
been out in the maze
looking for
constructive ways to get out of this
glazed-over daze made
from chasing the Demons
left over:
Away.
I think I’m cured.
I saw something out there,
just when I thought
that I was alone…
I don’t know what it was,
but it said to me, “go home,” and
I don’t even have a home.
What? Sector 75 G?
That’s just where I’m staying
while I’m stuck
between atrocities.
And so it goes and it goes and it
went and it was in
Sector 75 G:
I guess I was just watching TV,
and this daze-blaise-sleep
murdered me.
So I turned on the lights
and still,
monotony:
it was a thing in my mind that
would take
much more than
turning on the lights.
I must always
shake myself
so as not to fall back asleep.
Waking up takes time.
And intentional living.
-clw
7-27-17
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