A drifter
shapeshifter
approaches
soul sister
explains existence
in a word or two
sharing...
we are the dead
bodies walking
stumbling into a promised
systematic failure
without a hint of redemption
nor guarantee of a life
less fleeting
at moment’s end
we are the wasting
a dripping sickness
a mass of cells
coming apart
on the basis of day
slipping away
a slow decay
this time untamed
death is irrelevant
when death is so prevalent
and the fact that
we medicate suggests
life is not evidence
of an existence
benevolent.
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