Float on the puff of an inconspicuous cloud
Swallowed by the vapour of a white morning
The enjoyment of a nearby gull with no wit of exploration
No shadows, unassuming brainstorms, inebriating ether
Events of unimportance about below
On a train right before metropolis
I've designed a sweet afternoon for myself
Unknowingly left to sow
Down in the dirt of bedrock, I can't see my own nose
Buried in between the worms my body grows apart
Mulch and parasites, unwilling muscles
A burden I'll never bear witness
Another broken down bacteria town
The undead silence of the cosmos, no opportunities bound
An idea of survival among a higher crowd















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