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when my vision blurred at first
it was the thought, the you know which one
the one where burrs are stuck to your eyelashes,
was filling my attention span, already short with stress
and strain and the assumed form of the solution
and then it was rain
and then it was snow
and then it was idiots polishing amber with
little helmholtz ants frozen trapped in side.
I let them out and they slowed to a broken car
and escaped down the island to the south of the
island what is actually almost the east of the island.
and then that was that excavated panic attack.