angry
recovery, my twitching eye, myokymia
is harmless
and yet I allow it to pilfer minutes of my sanity.
this is Hashem’s wink, certainly.
and the message, perhaps, from souls long gone.
embrace, enjoy!
fevers, boils, orgasms.
same mix of now.
bathe, while there is time.
(you speck of cosmic dust)
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