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Boredom,
the meaning behind everything you already knew.
Not that you cared or listened to a word that I said
when it happened. What is the point of a rhetorical question
if no one answers anyway?

Master,
suspense should not make my ropes tighten. My belt will not
buckle my wandering self-shaping soul without you.
Pity you can’t hear yourself hurting, helpless little emotions.
Information is not your life.

Sunlight.
So I’ll still be talking to myself when the morning
splits thoughts into fractions divisible by nothing.
If I start to repeat myself repeat myself repeat myself,
let go of what is holding me.