Tuesday 3/02/2021 11:34:00 PM

 we continue to run. even as the miles betray us. 

all of our fickle endings. all of our manic starts. tangled up in the choices of others. 

the weighted silence. the deepening distance. the indifferent severity of time's pendulum. continuously calculating this increasing deficit. 

flesh is a thief. it takes what it wants. 

life erupts. bone through meat. like so many stilted orgasms. 

choices arguing with blood. gravity clutches the cliff. 

hope smolders. a burnt matchstick. all sulfur and ash. as the darkness surges. stealing the last of our breadcrumbs. as we search for the cure in this lingering disease. 

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