You think this,
This is just doing this,
When you look up and see the stream
Foaming over the rocks it bares,
The way life foams over the living
It exposes and wears away.
You wanted to get some work done,
But then you felt like a nap.
You justified the work.
You justified the nap,
One paycheck away from justifying
Your next loss of that.
But this.
This is just doing this.
If only the nonhuman hadn’t been
So boring, you think you
Could have kept your promises.
Maybe you could’ve lived with this.
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