sorry that was just me, you see
it’s hard to control the exhalations
but once dry I’ll try to spill a
story that seems to go somewhere
while tunneling beneath the foundations

I don’t want to blame this ancient
circuitry or curriculum
but the mean of the few years I’ve
managed can feel a bit mean

and, I mean, I don’t want this mean
to be my main anymore but
I must make marks and some mean

folks may escape though meaning well and take
their crack at rosy meaning until morning

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