Pulled into a obtuse orbit
Forces fix the body in rest
Predictable cycles
Breathing in amidst family dying
Romantic poetry over
Resistance becomes harder
Art hardly thrills
All the cleverness dissipates
Kurt Cobain becomes clearer
So it's a full moon again…whoopee
Are you there? Watching yourself die
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