Exits exist
Things that fell
apart, the centre
never holding. Text
inexplicable in
significance,
red on white
signage and see
there's bold and
underlining of random
words as if
as if it means
something
like other
random words, authority
figures shouting. Oy!
What do they
want now? What
do they want
from me? I
cannot see. I
mean I can
see everything
but that is
too much. Complexity
kicks me
in the head,
although a stumble
into a simpler
place, like the
library, could work.
(From Carrie Etter's Short lines prompt..."
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