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Gadflies

i don’t know what the future will bring
i’m not a seer
there’s no future
tomorrow never knows

& yet

the lightning is crackling
the storm is brewing
things are ragged & uneven
pregnant with suspicion & alarm

everything’s going to be all right
everything’s going to be all right
but the storm clouds stick around
the air tingles & buzzes
short sharp shocks to the senses
nerves lit up like new york

there’s nothing to fear but fear itself
fear is glued to the inside of my skull

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Posted on March 27, 2018 by Josh. This entry was posted in poetry. Bookmark the permalink.
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