there is no will
you tell me after I nudge you
to eat, to drink
even to live
this is a deep hole that you've sunk in
there is no one to claim
parentage reasons
you hear of wired words hanging:
triggers, envy, exhaustion
fatigue, lack of color, heavy eye-lids
unmatched skies, refusal of entry,
change, chaos, relaxation
the set continues
while you've lost the appetite
to even breathe
call it desperation, some say
but it is all in the gut, I answer.
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