I am. I am. I am.

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I am present.
Lamenting with coffee breath
About thought designs
Wondering-
Why I didn’t use a coaster
For if sturdy wood
Covered with weak vinyl
Yields
Perhaps empires may surrender
To peasants
If they’re wet enough.

I can’t taste
The allure of death
Much less
The flavors of life.

What detachment compensates for
Remains a possession
Of the beholder of public relations.

Father I am not.
Son I am.
I am.
I am.
I am.

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