Long Adjacent Pause
You Feel Your
Mortality As A
Result Of All
Tragedy...
To A Future
Devoid Of All
Dreams...
Dreams And Schemes.
You Sense More Intently,
Confronted, Evidently,
With No Sense Of Health,
And The Uselessness Of Wealth.
Where Pride Rips Aside
All It Seems...
Splits It’s Seams...
Where You're No Longer
Asking Who You're Unmasking...
***
There's Nothing Wrong With That.
Welcome Home.
-Gray Squirrel
09-14-2025
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