no matter how you close the doors and windows
cover the chairs and tables
put some glass walls
dust, these unwelcome, particles, always come
and with neglect
they pile upon your favorite spaces and places
you check them with your fingertips
oh, they're thick and plenty
you blow them away with your strong breath
they all come back again
like your enemies wildly laughing always reminding you
that from them, and to them, you shall return.
these are the madness of the majority.
Denial.
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