Getting
It's getting closer to NowSomething too near to see
A mirror in the face sees you
Surrounds you
Becomes you
Until suddenly
Someone else is there
Instead
Life calibrated into units of value
Biological energy appropriated
What is this unholy thing that comes to steal each gift
Something too near to see
It's getting closer now
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2020-10-01 at 11:56
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