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I know you told me forty times
To go outside
Alone
I figured it out on my own
Just like every time
The stubborn unknowns
Death
It comes to me in the form of
A traffic jam of learning

I wonder, will it ever go away
This drowning sensation
Of change
I need to shed off all this skin
All to remain
Something within
Death
It comes to me in the form of
A fatalistic yearning

Burned off all my hair
I guess I will
Have to just go bald
Scorched earth answers
Find nothing matters
The war is an endless bore
I mourn myself
Before it took over
The emptiness, the infinite hole
Fill it with projects
Yet another six pack
Superficial romance
Endless distractions
Need to move my body
Get another hobby
But this might not be
The way to deal with it

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from The Kind of Sandstorm You Need to Imagine, released December 13, 2023

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