a pale, old reflection
surrounded by shiny steel
stares out into Dallas spring rain
and
I feel recycled
like all my best parts are somewhere else
like there's more i could have been, maybe
like my present passed by me somewhere
in the past
lightning flares
thunder bellows
and
i sit
tethered by dirty devices
safe in my insular cube-world
bothered by furious love
surrounded by shiny steel
stares out into Dallas spring rain
and
I feel recycled
like all my best parts are somewhere else
like there's more i could have been, maybe
like my present passed by me somewhere
in the past
lightning flares
thunder bellows
and
i sit
tethered by dirty devices
safe in my insular cube-world
bothered by furious love
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