I’ve got it all
right underneath my fingernails.
I can see it – feel it.
Everything in and around it all pales
to the grime that will soon wash away.

It will all go,
but, it’s nice to see the other side.
Colliding lives once again
Maybe one day you’ll see I tried
to do anything at all other than, well, try.

I won’t say I’m a shell;
I’m quite the opposite, really.
Transparent as far as I have chosen
Until vision reaches the stagnant cramp that is

Back to the grime underneath my fingernails.
I think I’ll keep it there.

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