Some part of my brain is exacting chaos..
The other signal is a car on fire
The crevasse of cold winds blowing
Updates, government corrupted, pushed up
Belly trapped undercurrent,
All the signs are in flames
And crying
I fell inside myself
Where the buildings fell
And I pulled, cement blocks and rolling dust,
There are no more days after today.
This moment is, everything and nothing
Crying like your child is on fire
The vastness of this moment, is what is happening,
Happenstance, hospitable, approximately the right space
Where things are meaningless and motionless in their emotional states
You.
Are, finally….seeing.
Beyond the buildings, other languages, and things; feelings.
The wallet and worth within the final frame…
Before the trains came.
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for RBG / The Vastness
