Staring up at stars
From the back seat of a
stationwagon
Carving the night
Trees
keep marching by
Light poles blur into a
stream
Blazing laser beams
All...
These...
Stars....
My
thoughts are trivial pursuits
My heart's a
bomb that's been defused
What now?
There's no more use for me
I'm
wasting energy
Muscles are weaklings
Thoughts just defeat me
Numbness is
effortless
I could get used to this
Driving through Vermont
Overwhelmed by the insignificance
My
conscience was my crutch
For a heightened
existence
This other wordliness
These...
Schoolboy...
Lies....
I've been deprived
reality
Brought up by holy ghosts and saints
What now?
I'm the delinquent here
I'm the contagious one
This heart is
hopeless
I feel the numbness
All Hail
The Atheist
I could get used to this
I
could get used to this
I could get used to
this
I could get used to this
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