simultaneous gratitude and spite
a train of string, spit and rite
moving mountains with slow cookers
chasing, dry-mouthed and parched
silent shadows of the desert

'why did you make me this way?'
questions tongued to a sky so far
high and indifferent
storms churning on to seed greener pastures
eyes glass, floating and searching
seeing everything but finding nothing
but the Titanic, lid...

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