The end (of sorts)

 The ending.


It’s strange but totally obvious


Kind of of out of control


Only we’re driving the car


The imponderable darkness


Of knowing you can’t say what

You need to say


Because the battle was lost


Because half our forces


Thought they were above the game


Of cause and affect


But I type If only so I can still say anything


It’s not about hopelessness


Nor is it about judgment


It’s about not being


Able to not fear the spider


In the bedroom

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