The World Is Too Full to Talk About
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Ashes in an Ocean<br />
<strong>The</strong> lifeless motions of my city taunt me<br />
Lights flash and cars pass and people enter and leave in silence,<br />
In bodies built <strong>to</strong> project shame, alienation.<br />
It taunts me how it feels as if I am stuck inside a meaningless gesture<br />
Aimless motions sun and moon and sun and moon and sun and moon<br />
Forward backward inside outside, scattered sand and eyes closed<br />
Laughter with your friends, holding your palms up <strong>to</strong> your chest and<br />
manually pushing back the outbursts,<br />
<strong>The</strong> daily excess nothingness devouring your chest like mean, acid<br />
burning hunger.<br />
Smoking a cigarette with your friend, getting yelled at for indecency<br />
<strong>The</strong> indecency of a human body existing visibly, the indecency of<br />
doubt and pain and motions not precalculated but human and<br />
spontaneous.<br />
<strong>The</strong> indecency of not policing one’s self in<strong>to</strong> obsoleteness.<br />
<strong>The</strong> indecency of falling asleep without expectation.<br />
How could I speak <strong>to</strong> you?<br />
You don’t’ understand, it is alien <strong>to</strong> you <strong>to</strong> live like a shadow<br />
It is alien <strong>to</strong> you <strong>to</strong> be a single, crushable dimension<br />
To have anger as useful as ashes scattered in the ocean<br />
A symbol of what it means <strong>to</strong> dissolve in<strong>to</strong> nothing<br />
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