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