something to note

if i'm going deaf you are allowed to shoot me in the face upon completion.

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write it down thirteen hundred years from now
we weep into each others beer glasses
drink it down
weigh the amounts of certainty
we swear we knew
which echo have you
locked your frequency to?
none of these humans know
calamity
nothing has ever been secret
everyone peers in my direction
as if
i am a weathered old seer
they meet my eyes
makes me wonder if they know something i don't
laughter turns to cacophony
deception has filled every line
we will wait with
bated breath
hoping for a miracle
humanity has been boiled down
to this