I was listening to noises
from outside
thinking about
how much of
my humanity
I’ve lost,
as I
tried to
put this
thing
I was
thinking
into
words.

And a full scale model of the moon
could not
distract me
from
the truth
of my
impending (sort of)
doom.

Layers of meaning;
ontological obfuscations;
circles of densely wound meaninglessnesses
sizzle for a while
like the wick
on a candle
that’s
burned out.

Layers Of Meaning

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