only remanifest themselves once
i've served enough hallucinatory
plated with blank static trying its
very best to numb my mind. as i
drift into empty space, my body
forgets the comforts hugging my
every zone. i come alone, and i
come along. come what may be.
i only meet them here. we talk,
and then we cry. shouting won't
bother anyone as well. pleadings
with guilt and compassion are
among readings of petty illusions.
my mind has minds of its own.
they curse. they accuse. they will
not even make me refuse. they go
on and on, they do not stop until
a random pop and fizzle kicks me
back up again. i will not remember
why i am angry, albeit i won't stop
serving them enough hallucinatory.
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