Thoughts that arose while reading Pale Fire

Shaved paper-weights of the land,

lifted in the wind into the cold desert skies. becoming dust, inhaled into the lungs, eventual ash. _ my reflections dissolving, confused in the fashions of water I peer into the clear mirror.

looking down at deep green waves infected by algae, soap,

some childhood chloride

above a bridge,

making out the shades of sap pigments of melted alarms, strain my eyes

i lean

i'm so close to the cold burns dripping from my eyes

overwhelmed by tears from laughter, I lean

they fall, uncalled-for

hair stuck to my face,

sticky

winds of hallucinations pass by me,

they can be so convincing at times

the sounds of speeding trucks and karaoke motorboats

glisten in the hum of my alert mind

it's that time of year again, where it takes everything

to hold yourself together _

just a bunch of old kids running from each other in a marathon of solitude.

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are we all preparing or trying to make up for our eventual death?

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