Are we just starting to
wake the fuck up enough
to realize how soundly
we’ve been sleeping
I think not
even if the myth of
history is the history
of myth the chore
remains the same
somehow
to disenchant
our trauma drama
from the thousands
of tiny black seeds
the shy impatient flowers
catapult everywhere
whose cure is itself.
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