because while some truths lend themselves to equations, others are best described in verse

it’s not personal

your
cookie-cutter forms melting
with the despair of a middle-
aged sun in an epoch which
exhales both injunction and
exhaustion, the way punc-
tuated with river
weeds and regret,
tragedy filling up the edges.

Thoughts?

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