33.
returning to a trail now cold
without regard
for the palpitating mass of desirers
but to do what is needful
this machine barely here
these fluorescents so smiling
this soundtrack i did not choose
Kraken Mare, Ligeia Mare
sloth orphanage
the silent city of the dead
purple-gray sky Koreshist night
a heaviness in the gut

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