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Indifference
It rests in the flask.
I am surrounded by drunken insects
but perhaps it is me who is drunk
I fear the coming around of things, because
the world spins itself so fast that we are not shaken
We are not affected
Epiphanies are welcomed.
See I lost my slipper in the grass and
the cold blotchy soil beseeched the arch of my
foot to stay awhile
and I have.
It's a sullen, sacred secret...and the horoscopes
will tell you that there's an unmistakable difference between
a face and a mask
But I, have yet to see it
