Day 1189

…and again

I have found no comfort

In the ramblings of yesterday

I have searched for inspiration

In analogue dreams and

Cat scratch journals

But found only rising

Fever condemnations of when time

Didn’t matter as much as

It wanted to pretend

Here again

again and again

Who then is this pervert

Who told you to speak

Why should you wonder

When you can wander

Still…

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