the bubbular absurdity of hustling
(‘cause aint no gravity here pulling)

pawns suspending
in the phantoming alms of supposing
no feeling we’re missing so much
or shadows showing the lasting of such
nor radiating visceralizings of touch
pawns suspending
in the phantoming alms of supposing
so artfully nil our dross surmisings
no mattering who we’re trying to be
our lives they tiny little plastic cups
who we hoping no one else is seeing
pawns suspending
in the phantoming alms of supposing
wander’n on in the neutering seemings
of the same old jumbling rehearsals
for treading water in imaginary pools
pawns suspending
in the phantoming alms of supposing

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