Focus

Dec 16, 2024
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The focal point of

a thousand distractions

reaps the havoc

of the blackest fog

I watch my familiars

sitting there as still as a rock

a bog of disaffection

a lapse of empathetic hell

Riding the train through

a dystopian nightmare

of lonely, inertial wit

I squander a stint of time

The great burden of pleasure

a nomadic point of view

jumping from one train to the next

meandering locomotive

I bring to the table change

distortion & bliss

an extension of discussing nausea

while reliving another rerun of the past

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