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restless I am restless in the age of light the cold, wet earth presses on my coffin and seeps into my bones, that in the night I find no peace to compensate my sin the audience, staring intently at my grave popcorn in hand, ready to tear me apart, leaving nothing for the scavengers — is that not what makes our new world brave? no longer will the dead fasciliate a start take me home and hang me up next to the antlers make sure this corpse sleeps lightly wondering what the next life has in store that in my sleep of death what I see will be a CEO demanding I do more 11.11.2024