—can't help but feel rejected
by non-acceptance of small
and subtle things that keep
all meaning. Is tired of having
heard: "Be strong, be
patient." I'm sick of it.
The waking up with twinge,
the wind, somehow making it
past window (where're the holes?)
This quotient is ouroboros of inanity,
that snake is decollaged and gold
covered
is disappointed but just
because of coming prepared
and missing out.
