Little Piles of Dirt
the left hand can see
five possible futures
three of them don't include you
they go streaming out
in front of my sight
and I can see multiple mes
and multiple yous
running in circles
racing the other rats
wasting talents
in cubicles and
water cooler conversations
and it makes my eyes water
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