Poem, poem, on this screen,

What do you even mean?

What is the point of you?

And those who read—

And those who do.

Poem, poem, in our spleen,

Why do you kill us?

By “eat the world,”

What do you mean?

Poem, poem, in our heads,

Why are the ones who read you,

Ending up undead?

Poem, poem, in the dark,

What are you laughing at—

What’s the big lark?

Is it humanity?

Is it our,

FEABLE,

ATTEMPTS,

TO FIND ANY MEANING,

AT ALL,

IN THIS WORLD THAT IS ONLY HERE TO SEE,

WHAT OUR THRESHOLD FOR FUCKING PAIN IS?

Is that it poem?

Is that what you mean?

Poem, poem, on the screen,

How much longer do you want the world,

To remain tethered at the universal seam?

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Special thanks to: Melissa Potter

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