hours unending
in the waiting room
until the hands all fall off
and the numbers melt into the pot
all your joints out of socket
dialed it down
don’t be so melodramatic
don’t cover yourself in the attic
all your crevices will be filled
from one end to the other
come let us go into confession
for hope of the bodily resurrection
measure every cup of empathy
cast away that apathy
lift up the bear trap
uncover a treausure map
escape from the tomb

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