nocti v a g r a nn n t

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sitting in front of a blank television black and bright and
a computer screen that's ever the same, except for the tune
and the gun gray glint of a cool cool line, even if i squint.
my vagrant thoughts sit with me, unremarkably vacant &
wandering wondering, What? When did this thing happen
with our intents convincingly vague, that there is nothing
Urgent left? there is nothing vogue in the vagabond Today
nor is there respite for the sightless ways? mymindisblank
nothing changes, not even the rhythm, the thrum, not even
the rhythrumm m mm  of my humming lump of a hearr rt.

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