The Clock Strikes

The month changes,

The colors blur

and morph

and break.

The appointments merge

The words float

Between my ears and beyond.

Some trauma, somewhere,

Long evicted,

Now a squats.

This brain,

The attractive nuisance of this body.

A civil case lost,

The damages due this body,

Is the cost of the weights of trauma.

And the law of this land permits no bankruptcy but death.

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