It becomes an incident,
The unnecessary drive,
The wait that tripled the time
And then it’s an anecdote—
Your mind wanders, falls away.
Was that anecdote for real?
What anecdote? Everything’s
Becoming a question mark,
Everything, good as out there,
And out there’s where one came from.
It’s weirdly quiet right now.
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