A laboured ache
always full of itself
no need to collect tokens
it is here, Pain is here
choices codified
the daze numbered
approximately
or even precisely
measured
losing too much in bulk buying
dispensing
perhaps gaining a little
by making text
calls chase miss-named special offers
queued
Q.E.D. this is where for over
water hoping and no walking
in other opinions
the chore of the day, and orders of perception
become able to be counted on
one finger, until that code is not enough.
And then, by chance the fearful
turn to anger and life's recent
and still 'quelle heure est-il?'
comment and object is poured-power
boiling onto the low white table
empty as hands
to run ritualised
filling the quiet noises and following
retreating envoys of
'doctor-gods' who say
they are not
all knowing, this
is a placement of hands-on-anger
as countless each carefully arranged
objection looks back
and people are not empty, as
not even closed air can lose
the loosened memories of injustice
in a daze gone by, now clear sky
clarity amongst us, now clear eyes
parity amongst us.
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