Days’ conspiracy:
Parking-spots vacuum sealed,
Internet Bermuda triangle
LOST
Palpable sentience
Ennui doesn’t
Quite satisfy.
Leaves unsatiated
The emptiness—should be more appealing—
Really
Is the eye’s light disappearing.
Frustration is a carnivorous disease
Meticulously gnawing
Patience’s pristine gleam.
Dulling it, whoring it, fraying it glorious—
Until blackened snow organs
Vent through cavernous eyes.
It was a fight worthwhile of the bruise;
Bodily tattoos etched through strength’s ruse.
Along the picket fence of warbling time,
Someone greater than you deigned
Life’s suffering bulk ride the roads of your hide.
Stockpile stoicism,
For bravery is no longer half-price.
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