You have a day
Where all you do
Is blink in and
Out of being
Aware you’re there.
That’s all you do,
Hours in your chair,
There and not there,
Going nowhere.
The day is gray,
Obligingly,
And the latest
Ways of joining
Language weirdly
And vividly
To the world
Refuse to join
Meaningfully.
Now, where were you?
Variations
On disaster.
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