cold
hung up, holed up apartment blues and sick with
cold
fever
stuffy head
but always with a stuffy head
and never knowing what to do
the music and crash of living
always making the mind stuffy
where do the sounds come from
where do they go
cold
and shivering under the blankets
existence blankets
childhood pillow
spirituality sheets
that I keep meaning to wash
under the pile of life
muffled human misery
having a
cold
is like
having
a humanity chain
holding you firm to the dusk of earth
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