look at us

our feet are webbed within that
tragic stick the tar that scrapes our toes
this is us
the reckless race that races over children chasing
the glory at the horizon beyond
a bubble called want and growing
until it contains the whole world and
then we look to see that
it was always empty
look at us
two legs to walk two hands to detonate
these fingers type like that mouth speaks and
this mind thinks and it thinks
it thinks
that this world must really


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