I hate it when that occurs without warning

and the earth dries up and all the minerals

are bonded to oatmeal and unabsorbed

to build the body back from the damages done

to it by day.


The skin turns pale as if death was waiting

around the corner dribbling a basketball called fate.

Absences of substances needed for subsistance

and contnuances cause me to go cold

and quiet.


Water is pure, so is air or it can be, but most things

are fusions, amalgamations, alloys of multiple endeavors

or natural cooperations. To lack the necessary

atomic configuration that makes for a non-anemic

landscape is anathema.









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