apparently it doesn't take much to drive me back to melancholy. my friends are so happy when i write something not grim, but alas, here is a poem that may not be happy, or, perhaps, what it needs to be, but is merely what it is.
i
looked
with
open
eye
but
could
not
see
mind
barren
ill-formed
concepts
aborted
ear
unplugged
but
deaf
to
all
hands
outstretched
numb
to
pleasure
feet
unshod
aching
bare
i
wander
taste
all
ash
and
ill
content
eyes
open
cannot
see
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