The chair of thoughts
Slumber in boredom with a pen and paper
Fed-Ex engraved on plastic tube
The black ink flows
As the mind drains into a puddle of system fluid
Nothing holds
Binds with a staple
Two pages worth of random useless phrase
About childhood dream, about adolescent rebellion, about adult fantasy
Ending in the death of words
Cremated and stored in an urn
Respected and worshipped like gods
Ash of bones, dust of organs and superficial tokens
Later that same day
All ended up in a landfill of trash
May it rest in peace!
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