Everything’s
important.
There’s the
rub.
Every impulse
is a fraught
incursion in
the club
of your
convening multitudes
of thought
bent on
becoming
a persuasive
new agenda.
If I were
you, I’d spend a
night away
from them: entirely
alone.
Pretend the
tinkle of the hotline
phone they’ll
use to ring
inside inside
inside your mind
is what a
star
sounds like when
it is burping.
Investigate your
prospects
of usurping
power.
Make love
to your
private parts.
Don’t take a
shower.
.
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