Random lines composed
at the fingertips of a flesh-covered skeleton
as exhaustion sets in to the mind of a day-labor zombie.
Cruise control and autopilot define the caffeine fueled lifestyle
created in a landscape of inherent responsibilities.
And as the earth rotates ellipses around the life giving star
that so many cave men worship,
life and death don't seem so distant -
more like a union in tangible limbo.
Author notes
I just randomly jotted this down as a reply to a friends poem on a different site, and decided I liked it enough to post it here. It's nothing special but it says what I feel right now.
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