I can see it coming,
Like that moth hanging around
Waiting on the wall.
The refrigerator getting thinner,
I am not
From worry.
Beans and rice of different varieties
All come to pass
In the near future.
No backup 865 days,
Seems appropriate.
The low churn of moderate anxiety,
Of wonderment,
Fires flare within society.
Different mind sets,
Quoting uncertainty as nohow-
Alternate facts of hearsay,
Spreading amongst minds,
Spark plugs,
As quickly as one flushes the toilet,
Away,
Down,
Not mine.
Creeping in
Ever so slowly,
The trajectory only trackable
Looking back,
To historians,
We are in it.
Now.
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