jittery under some inexorable doom
I jolt to see the buttocks of life descend on my face
hands awakening me to this?
I know its weight it comes and destroys
whether all is well or not...
it is the full tonnage of God's indifference
and I will faint again under its benign wrath...
Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.
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