the future has become some joke,
some little giggle for someone-
who is not me-
to have.
when certainty is completely discarded
and this imflammation takes hold
the knuckles in my back,
the healthy young man
that i somehow lost,
i'll travel home
and ask how,
how did this young man
come to be so goddamned old.
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