a film, a piece of plastic, a cloudy pane of glass.
I wake up without a thought in my head, and so I continue.
edge of the ocean, no clocks, no goals.
I move through the day with an eye towards the end, and so it ends.
blurred pastel, soft sounds, asleep.
Having freed myself from want, I die.
Translucent train of thought towards nothing.
And yet I live, waiting for something to happen.
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