For The Time Being

It’s not moving fast enough
This patch of noise has a swagger of…
Blues in a sticky view
A dying mint sweet

Death to joy, I remember…
A love I’d never need
This loosened grasp of memories
Of strength most unconvincing

I don’t know what happened back then,
And don’t care what’s happened since
There is ice in my blood
A pure indifference, all is numb within

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