Hot in the office, the large blob offormless Jell-O that made up my
timeless holiday life criss-crossed
by divisions and structures of time
Fed up with this, looking at lists ad
infinitum, my chair is hard, my brain
changed into mush, grey documents
like ash in my mouth
I want to escape to a place where
thoughts and ideas are really felt
not live in conformity where pain
is our constant companion
Where is the evidence of quantum
physics’ assurances of alternative
universes, apparently we create
these hells ourselves
Being nowhere persons burying our
point of view, death is the better
choice, if all death is self-in-
flicted and I am still alive
I can blame no-one but myself
for being here in living hell…
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