Nowadays is not all days even though things never change
what will be rises unbidden.
Counting breaths in order to know the last one’s number
hard arms holding on to what’s at hand.
Imaginary arguments with those near and dear
they only represent our fear.
The planets wobble in their orbits and we all quake
as above so it goes same as it ever was.
So what’s new not even you
breathe relieved as the parade passes by.
The crowd marches on
leaving horseshit under your heels.
Confetti in your hair
we all got a little dirty in this place.
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