Wasted On The Ready – Unhinged Poem 2020TOO

too hot,

too soon,

a moment lost,

a factual forbidden drove through,

we saw the spectacle from our car,

yet lingered in the yesterday,

while racing backwards to the start,

forgetting to roll over,

yet lying on my back,

a symptom of the sickness,

but not a reason,

a fake existence,

given real feet to run…

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