what is that?
do you see
how the mind "empties" itself
tells you it's empty and it's not empty at all
it tells you there's a door
where there isn't one
it tells you
you should get an email
and it clearly isn't
it tells you to bang on the keys
and make it happen
just hang hang hang
one more moment
it's got to come
and what is this
craze
of insistence
on what isn't?
and it pours itself into it,
firing and bringing up data upon data upon data
bringing in reinforcements
all for naught!
what crazed mind
to fixate
on what isn't
to focus
perseverate
on the absentee
dear
owner,
relax your gaze,
your fist,
the counterfeit
the cock that crows
is not a cock at all,
not even sound,
just a wish
for something
to fill the gap
that isn't...
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