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The Insular
swore you knew someone
but they changed like jekyl to hyde
like oil & water deciding it was better to work together toward
something less concerned with others---
more to the point,
you swore you knew someone who you no longer know &
you’re certain of this because you see less & you hear less
from them
(cannot make their face out anymore/cannot make their voice out anymore)---
seems they climbed the ladder without you
seems they saw the tip of the pyramid &
clocked out,
snuggling right down in their little tent with their little brood
to count the days of their life away all
insular,
and you can’t have a conversation beyond the pathetic polite
pleasantries of parasitic
politicians
anymore---
it makes one wince
it makes one tear
it makes one tremble
it makes one stare (shocked like a deer in headlights roaring towards with no intent of stopping)
all wrapped up in how distance from each other
embeds itself,
separating & destroying
slowly.
Copyright ©
Andrew Delapruch
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