Bodies move in succession
dripping with acrid indifference
a multitudinous progression
overwhelming the environment
these bodies gather unwittingly,
pushing, shoving, bumping,
comatose to the failure of existence
having mindlessly given up
any pretense of resistance
to what must surely come
the bodies move decaying
squawking and forever spraying
words that have no shelf-life
touting the benefits of a purpose
in the face of a nothingness
that your god simply cannot explain
whether we are given purpose
or create our own
we all go away in the end,
so we become numb again
prescribed a drug,
the opioid moment,
the opioid moment,
to quell the anxiety
of the ever present,
effervescent end.
of the ever present,
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