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When you wake up angry, what do you do?
Start ripping the cosmos apart?
Tear it to shreds that will never reconstitute
into the least usability? Burn up the chart
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that sets out the location of everything
you had once loved, valued, cherished?
Make plans to make everything living wish
it wasn’t here? – then see that it perished?
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When I wake up angry, I draw.
Eventually I declaw.
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