i have made peace
living in perpetual suicide
for i have sold myself
into routine of appliance
cycling through use and injury
burning muscle as memory
sustained upon withdrawal’s need
embraced in the unfairness
of anger unwillingly inherited
as it is for all who care
to accept that chance is all
they have to hold onto
until it slips upon its own volition
in repetition of god’s dependency
we laugh because it hurts
and we have exhausted ourselves
building any other haven
adjacent our self-made absurdity
bodies foundationing bodies
collectively reaching for nothing
unfinished pillars to heaven
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