Couldn't seem to bring myself to write anything new today, so this is a poem I wrote last year that almost no one has read. Sorry.
Human Condition
We do not
recall having been
the size of a
cashew nut,
though science
assures us we were.
Shelled
prawns in dark soup,
we were no
doubt dreaming
in escape
routes.
Narrow
islands of light
expanding
into days.
The
burgeoning medals of our eyeballs
flashed with
triumph.
We were proud
then,
winners.
Hearts bleat
wet anthems.
The islands
taper,
ready to
close
as quickly as
they opened.
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