All of life seems to have
Radiohead playing in the background…
Fading into dissociation:
Wish to be camping
On remote island
Off keys, snorkeling
Through angel-fish cloud
Wish to be young again,
Deep in Pennsylvania forest,
Burning dead wood & blunts
With lost brothers & sisters.
Wish to end suffering, no matter
What I create, it’s not enough...
Don’t give up
Wilting flower
Clay-bound beneath merciless sun;
Don’t give up
The beauty you know.

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