I lived in addiction

on the brink

clawed myself back

to a safe haircut

and admin

until

I lost myself

like

ocean weed in the sea?

somewhere

in the

midst of

competing priorities

some days

it’s a grey fog

oh come on

it’s just a

job, job, job

Oh, I was soaring over

the headland once

a kestrel

redgold edged

against blue

now I’m

smashing against

the wrong side of right

searching for

whatthefuck knows who

 

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