hazy clarity

oozing out of the head
a silent war
knuckles crackle
as I go, type type
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the headlines
dont make sense
footnotes
loose, lose, lost
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sketching a picture
never seen
dramatic dullness
lullaby in spleen, numbing the skin
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another tea
green in color
simmering the focus
into absent- mindedness
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honk, or shout
into empty spaces
of the crowded vision
leading up to
nowhere?
-
nowhere?
or now-here?
scribble it off yet again
into a chaotic
blank slate

- Diary of an Oxymoron