that this was all for nothing
no will to rise at the moment--
no strength to close the eyes--
but floating on ennui
produces an imitation of reflection
all this pain for a mere joke--
that knowing it's nothing IS something...
losing count and going down
the third time and thinking it's the second--
no strength to open the eyes--
no will to swim or make any effort--
whatever it was all for is 'so what?'
considering my next test arrives while I ponder
Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.
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