meshes of the thwart
dull gelatinous path
a pus coming-forth
a kicked-through piney slat
the mist stings my face
that has no questions left
by dire minutes strafed
nonexistent address
& gas running lean
years with their brutal toll
say it's no big deal
to perish here alone
"But cloud in stead, and ever-during dark..."
" 'Frog,' asked Toad, 'did this really happen?'
'Maybe it did, and maybe it didn’t,' said Frog."
--@frogandtoadbot.bsky.social
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