(Written 30 Apr 2026 at 12:56 am)
there is a stunning stupor that descends
when the final vestige of the day rends
the sky into an indiscernible mass of gray
things slow down, perhaps because
your mind is no longer fraught with finding the cause
of the shattering applause that blew you away
you imagined it though, didn’t you
those rousing claps that brought you to
this broken feeling that you can never say?
summon the hubris before it diverts its being
into metaphysical excuses like a life worth seeing
and hold it accountable for its unforgivable sway
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