crouched near mass transit

my grey matter self harms|

I’m going straight
      to Hell
      with my father
       my fixation
        & my complaint
   HR wears a face I can’t see
                           [it’s too dark]

                           I can only spy the peek
                and it’s staring back at me
                now if only
                               if                      only.
                                 it was listening

 because everything I’ve discovered lately
            has been maddening
            & I am possessed by obsession

  return to flannel
    christened/dusted by snowflakes
       which fall as fast
           as I did for you
in no time at all//
    foraging for portals
       & scavenging for wormholes
              I am ravenous
               for what’s eternal


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