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The stars tessellated
By the sleep deprivation
I hear the fleet coming
My feet blistered and I'm short of breath and suffocating
Defeat imminent
Defeat imminent
Defeat imminent
Hallucinating
Ya love is overrated
It's still infinite
A war criminal with
Longer periods to end my prison sentences

Sense the delirium
My delirium
The delirium
My delirium

I'm In my fugue state and hellbound
The lone survivor of this crusade

Riverside chit-chats about,
Nothing that really matters in hindsight
Taking turns passing the peace pipe
Between awkward silences
And one of us might
Cough a few times
And you'll look for your phone
To see if we have a few more minutes
For nothing that
Really matters
And we do
We end the day to
Begin a new chapter
And this poem's the last page or so
I'd say
But things were fine in the middle
Until you made me that tape
And told me not to play it 'til later
And I never did
And you looked for your phone
But to your chagrin
I was looking for validation, I think
And that's my fault
And I'm sorry, but that
Doesn't really matter now
Does it?
And contrastingly I'm
Sitting seaside
Dissonance between my eyes
About everything
That matters
Just me, myself, and my shadow
And we all get up
And start running
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The stars tessellated
By the sleep deprivation
I hear the fleet coming
My feet blistered and I'm short of breath and suffocating
Defeat imminent
Defeat imminent
Defeat imminent
Hallucinating
Ya love is overrated
It's still infinite
A war criminal with
Longer periods to end my prison sentences

Sense the delirium
My delirium
The delirium
My delirium

I'm In my fugue state and hellbound
The lone survivor of this crusade

Riverside chit-chats about,
Nothing that really matters in hindsight
Taking turns passing the peace pipe
Between awkward silences
And one of us might
Cough a few times
And you'll look for your phone
To see if we have a few more minutes
For nothing that
Really matters
And we do
We end the day to
Begin a new chapter
And this poem's the last page or so
I'd say
But things were fine in the middle
Until you made me that tape
And told me not to play it 'til later
And I never did
And you looked for your phone
But to your chagrin
I was looking for validation, I think
And that's my fault
And I'm sorry, but that
Doesn't really matter now
Does it?
And contrastingly I'm
Sitting seaside
Dissonance between my eyes
About everything
That matters
Just me, myself, and my shadow
And we all get up
And start running
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Writer: Alan Tutwiler
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