The arrow of time points east and mirrors it’s direction
I’ve changed my wig and my clothes three times today
whatever to win my own affection
life is staring back at me while I wait to feel good enough to love
but I can’t change my yesterdays so I hug myself with cannabis
no glove
counting the unlimited number of ways
I’m living through the degradation of order
as I always was and will be since the age of Aquarius will actually skip me
I exist on the universe’s border
through general relativity
dancing with obscurity
three joints in laughing at Instagram reels like a chump but full enough
from hustling and hating and hoarding and heaving
hushed by the variables of change
braids and waves and curls for days
in a circular motion into the black hole of everything that isn’t really anything at all
I used to be scared to fall but now I can’t hold back the haul
you don’t always get your way and you can’t and you shouldn’t and of that I’m glad
I’m buoyant and foolish and sick with nostalgia’s 20/15 vision
having lived more life than the below average
still just a savage
and starting to feel tremors before it rains
a phenomenon of the aged but I’m not mad ’cause you can read about me
I’ve earned the role of sage but I was going to take it anyway
like the Sith are want to say
like the flower, humans only thrive a few days
Time to slow down and appreciate the effectiveness of the square
Time to laugh and just stare
I’m there
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