Dogs 2020


Missing In June(7/6/2020)
sometimes
there’s nothing
to be said
nothing
to be written
a general
malaise
overcomes us
we stagnate
without
new thoughts
without
new emotions
instead
we collect
we collate
any incoming
information
in hopes
of finding
a glimmer
of salvation
of resurrection
but
stare only
into mirrors
clouded
in filth
obscured
with apathy
indignant
in our
impressions
so we cease
communication
and we
realize
that nothing
has really
been lost
that no one
seems aware
our absence
that we
can be free
of our notions
of self
import
we
can simply
be
but eventually
we notice
that nobody
is noticing
this
bothers us
and a
new cycle
begins