on and off again in the attic of my mind
increasingly eccentric.
What place is there for you and I?
We meet on rotten earth where the ground is unstable
You never stay for long when sinking is inevitable
It's not a question of if, only when.
So what does this change?
We will meet either way
touch
and want
and hurt
until the ground gives way beneath us
helplessness or ambivalence
And who will be left standing
at the end of the world
at the end of the world
Are we even deserving of survival?
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