I think about how I have not written anything lately.
But then I think about how there have been so many monarchs lately.
It is like they all decided to migrate home at once,
at the same time that the leaves are slowly falling,
and that the whole world is burning,
and that I constantly find myself at a loss for words.
for the sake of
is making me feel
why I should I keep building up
when the top, just
looks like me wrapped in his arms falling asleep
asking if he’s awake
and also thinking of Jerusalem;
hopelessness and despair
breeds inattention and apathy
which I think is what t(he)y want(s);
but almost a year after the march I am tired.