apologia-apology

Sadness is a wave and a particle
And a ripple and a tide
May we never run out
Of things to talk about

Small talk becomes mosquitoes
I want to crush your wings under my fingers
May we never run out
Of things to talk about

Asking what happened today is a curse
Today blended into yesterday last week
May we never run out
Of things to talk about

Night is an unrelenting sun
Blessing the world with insomnia and hallucinations
May we never run out
Of things to talk about

The sheer incomprehensibility
Of the dread of tomorrow
May we never run out
Of things to talk about

Words are an obligation
To keep a hundred trains running
May we never run out
Of things to talk about

I wrote a poem
Because my insides are screaming
May we never run out
Of things to talk about

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