There Is No Meaning Here

every night

an ancient priest

gives me advice

and in the morning

I’m all alone

with nothing

a universe

I don’t want

to bother you

or to upend

the universe

but your realtors

are getting

a divorce

the dark

is the dark

the wind

the sound

of the ocean

all relative

to the sensitivity

of a tiny

chain of bones

leading up

to or away from

your eardrum

like, you say

this playlist is

really good

and what can

I do but continue

not to listen

I can ignore

can’t get past

the front door

Structure

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