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1st May, 12h38

I'm navigating in and out

Of mental combat

Trying to figure

Exactly what station I've pulled into,

How to answer that simple question

How are you?

An invisible earthquake dulls my senses.

I hear myself speak

From a distance,

See their eyes blur in sympathy

Feel their embraces

Even in my suspension

From within the torn earth

Of my body

Which bears your death followed by your birth

Comes a gasp or a howl, or a laugh.

Sometimes I shrink into my jacket.

I wave goodbye and walk away.

There is nothing more to say.