to own your indifference
the hurt felt the hurt inflicted
it never hurts to be ahead of the game
unless the game was cancelled
this is how i reach out
this is how i choose to express myself
random thoughts of you and this process of analysis and recognition
taking it as it comes giving back the best i can
it’s the least i can do
that’s how it goes in a drive by world
that’s the tyranny of mathematics in motion
how movement itself must crush something
damage and debris the direct effect
these are the principles of human suffering
proof positive the mind is a terrible thing
gloved or ungloved the hand is a clumsy instrument
grasping the obvious requires a finer tool
only when the machine breaks down is the process finished
in the quiet after the work is done the real day begins
“indifference” as i read it voices poet 13’s commitment to assembling an implacable lifescience; for giving seldom level updates of wailing noise; addressing you, reader, when reality picks it apart
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Which seems only fair.
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