I can feel forever
Slipping through my hands
Feverish cluttered space
Begets its own conclusion
Whilst competing tendencies bicker,
Siblings on the sofa of my life
This is reality
Without the TV
And there are no relatives anymore
Fresh alien climates await
Beyond the conflicted horizon
A passenger
I cling to my flaws
As they bear me downstream.
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