dead. i drive.
i awaken to more sleepiness
than i had before.

the clock is
foreign symbols
without meaning
or compassion.

my mind is
an unread article
of painful documentation.

my heart hurts more for
the helpless.
not for me.
i feel the resonations
and the painful groans
of time.

time has suffered
all the while.

now that i’ve become
completely gone,
there is an uncanny
joy to it.
a joy i cannot share.

follow the vibrations
someday i’ll meet you there.


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