Enough!

Violent violet butterflies without wings

They enter my head

Nailed

To my chest

When I try to convince myself

That my pulse can stop

At any minute

Although I know

That this is not the case

Just a dancing cannonade

Of out of sync music, fever, cut conversations

Circling conducive circumstances

Of the circus clowns

Not knowing what to do with their lives

So, they dare to disturb the peace of mine

While

I walked myself into the corners

Of this earth

Not worth existence

Where there is no one and nothing coherent

With my persistent paths plotted

Pivoting the quest

For quiescence

Of all my senses

Gravely flustered

From the amount of malaise

Meandering muddle

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June – September 2022

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