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11/19/99

I look out of the window,
The sun is shining on a new day.
Is that the same sun that rose yesterday?
Someone tell me

Last night I glanced at the moon -
How much it looked like the one before
Though it wasn’t

The bitter wind brought me back
To this reality, this existence
This pseudo-life

This life, this defective video,
Wrapped up and sent
Book-rate to a destination unknown

What is to come?
The weatherman is home on sick-leave
Customer support is out to lunch
I am alone

I stand solid, still
Body immobile, mind reeling
The blue sky comforts yet scrapes at me

All has changed, yet nothing has.