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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