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I am....

I am dismantled debris – scattered pieces of waste and remains flung carelessly from the point of generation.

I am the sludge of ancestorial drosses - filtered scum leftover and encapsulated within my occluded spaces.

I am ambient tortured tones – cleverly shimmering before one’s ear until cry of the cornered hare explodes unstable.

I am off-gassing vapor – transitory bubbling of diffused believes, misunderstandings, and bias from past generational exposures.

I am salvaged components – dispositioned towards chipping away thing superfluous to breath within the limited headspace.

I am an intermittent vacuum – appearing and disappearing, traversed by compressional waves of rarefaction; fragmentarily exhausted.

I am human.


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