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Flatten the Day
With hard-boiled green, I'd attempted
to flatten every new day beneath me;
reciprocate its unfeeling, and
remorseless raining down of
detritus and danger - unfortunate at best,
at worst a wide and all-encompassing
wall of tortures conceived. And when met
with fits of animosity from
those many I'd encounter when
I'd tried to get from here to there, I'd
only grant them silent glances, and
occasional due shrugs.
But then connected at our seams;
this thing I'd hope to be confronting there
resists with equal vigor and, soon
I'd get exhausted, lose morale,
and settle on the side that lets me sleep a little sooner.
