In Capsule

The view increasingly weary
Hid behind shy walls of vinyl
Boredom swearing itself off
Baldness calling quietly, then shouting

Sweat wanting to be known
Stink escaped in pore pools
Cleanliness never coming near
Hiding in clothing for atmospheric reentry

Blood had found a hole
Slow fissure calm as a crab cave
Belief suggesting the worst
Losing once again to science

Air for the nostrils
The protected pathways staying clear
Jobs just constantly doing themselves
Mostly no selfing just branching

Refreshment getting inside
Repurposing after a loss
All the walls so uninterested
De facto channels if need be
Otherwise, business as usual
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8.12.09