in the flat hours of day
belly
nerves
arrive
and
drum an empty hum of menace - a headache wallpaper
of
endtimes anxiety and nothingness fear
timid
but
balls-out
thumping
the
skins
and
watching the show
i talk myself down from hard wired bad design/a habit now
like
squinting hard and frowning tight
just
to
remember the date-numbers and year
cos
it
looks
like
no
time
id
ever
live
in
at all
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