a half hour later
I'm not ready for the time to change.
It's not fair
how I get carried away, that
nothing can ever stay the same
for long enough to feel through
or equipped to be new -
nothing can ever get old enough,
except me,
I plan to degenerate, re-evolve
and ecstatically elapse into collapse.
I'll meet you back where
now has passed us by.
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