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Break and breathe
a getaway train
for the tripping
speeds

into a station unmapped
relapsed again
here comes the frame
again to blend
in when spin
has unspun
a friend

deleted unsettled
a franchise unfettered
i wish i'd come sooner
when dying was less
in

forget to forget
all the way home
akin to skin
amend
amen.

The wasting

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.