you expect me to be all not depressed
waking up on top of the sun and having tea
faced by little birds dipping their feet in last night’s rain
i am sorry i cannot deliver on that
i don’t know what it is right now
but i feel outside myself
like i am a very unclear voicemail
left on your phone
about two seconds of garbled junk
what i need is to stop communicating feelings
that is all the trouble
and it is a tired non-art
you cannot return to it for any analysis
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