That’s enough
I know too much now
Missives every moment you summer on the shores of oblivion
The onslaught providing comfort 
Hollow reminders of the bedrock of this moment, but this moment alone 
Perhaps that’s why you feel the urge to over-share
Perhaps to save your sponsored soul
A bulwark against the others’ stream
The breaking reports of a life you should have lived passing you by
A swollen swift-flow:
I am so much better than you
How do you and I find our way back
Speak, touch uncertain
But speak and touch once again
The obstacles are many and true
Progress does not wait for you
Our interloper loves to march, the cardio sublime
Too pleased, too eager
Zealous seductions of soft limitless cool mud while the planet burns
Sticky tar 
Don’t look here, no not here
The answer is poking you elsewhere

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