I watch videos of award ceremonies when I feel empty
And I look at the shiny gold
At the nice suits,
And I convince myself that
That's me in those suits!
All these people are celebrating what I, a husk, did!
My neck feels the strain from all the honor!
Bearing on my body.
Yes, that's what it is.
Honor.
Then I shut my laptop, and the dark comes back,
And I remember that I am a parasite.
Do you feel your head unspooling into the universe?
The strings are fraying at the edges,
irreparably stained with the stardust at the ends
Of the many worlds you stretch across.
Yes, Alice thought as she drifted deeper into sleep from within that lightless and beautiful place, make it stranger now. Make it all new again.
My very favorite poem is an inarguably terrible one. I do not know its name and do not care to find out if it has a name.
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