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the rainforest is burning
and people hashtag it
i see it happen through the strings of time
and people hashtag it
it's just a sign of the time
how anyone with a space bar
can become a writer;
anyone with an enter bar
can become a poet;
anyone with good resolution
can become a photographer;
anyone with a good hashtag
can become the news reporter we need.
the rainforest is burning
the city keeps flooding
it's just how the tide flows
it will eventually carry us in

recurrent nightmares and a taste for mint tea

long entryways
high halls
i am hanging somewhere from above
in all the dreams:
    there's light, even from within
    there's dark, even from the inside
a sense of belonging into what is no longer mine
a body fills to be a cavity i can sleep in; no more progression
i draw a line into empty space
while i hear the songs that draw out my blood

it's immense
i have been dreaming of reclusion and secluded spaces
of dreams of unknown victims
every day i think about
what life would've been
without you