Some Essentials you experience
A t the end of the Day’s resilience
for you are comfortable with your Muse,
though Dusk and tedium for some
revel with musk and matter,
the printer in the corner like
a preaching Messiah,
professes with the black materials,
you are alone by yourself,
in the grid of contemplation,
rustling wind a therapy,
mewing cat a companion
in the dead of night,
exhaled breath in the void,
meaning this flesh one day
or another inevitable
to merge with the
embers or to get
reduced to ashes,
you type fast,
as fast as the bestial
that goes on outside.
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