Polyester Tribulations

Poem By Kyle Harbinger

Sometimes
We dont know the difference between
What is real?
Nothing seperates the
Something
Is striking like
Fireflied lightning
Dancing
And
Dying.
The razor edge of the lake's horizon
Cuts the sky and
The sun.
We remember the nights
Of sobriety
And how we felt.
Maybe like the moon
Because it knows
Everything
We dont.
Or maybe like the line
Seperating
Thought-and-non-existence.
Or maybe we felt like
It's going to be ok,
Because lying to ourselves
Is such a force of habit.
Or maybe we just cant
Wait to get this all over with.

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