Alienation #5

1.

I empty thick harrows in muddy heaps

Plasticine and shadowed

There is no room for this face anymore.

2.

Pigments of hair

Rile in aisles

The thickness of manes

Carry worth

3.

What r u

Some sort of

Blank vector

Through which

All anxieties plunder?

4.

I am aether transpondent

5.

A yawn rises

It’s only 3am

You’re not allowed to sleep anymore

Not since the war

6.

There is no righteousness in your mercy

But you’re sanctimonious all the same.

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