This is painful:
We’ll get through this, we will, through our tears, however hard it will be.
This is painful:
We’ll get through this, we will, through our tears, however hard it will be.
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well now we’ll see what Repuglican governance looks like at the national level.
Rain pours out a gutter onto the poor horse.
Horse runs under a tin roof supported by poles.
Stockpiles of beams, salvaged wood, brick melt into contextless waste.
I understand the situation by perceiving parts, one after another, then reversing in a glance that removes time.
So, I can intuit contextless waste as ground.
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems-and-poets/poems/detail/53711
https://mathbabe.org/2016/11/10/its-time-to-smell-the-shit/