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EMOTE

POEM

Glitching alongside dusk lit storefronts
Silent, bloodcurdling hiss seethes from both ear canals
Sand bags on my head no longer feel light
Eroded sunwashed street signs, neither, make sense
Survive, solely says the GPS in the midst of a theme park
Freak of nature
Sinking into set cement
Exists in an invisible black pixel of the Universe,
Yet convinced, by cruel beasts, the weight of life…