The World Is Too Full to Talk About

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