When
catastrophe explodes
into
something so meaningless
that you'd rather give up than explain,
laugh.
Maybe I will feel your pain.
Even when you're lost,
you're still somewhere.
I...
I swear I've seen this before.
All you wanted
was the golden sun,
but by the time you made it ashore
you were all hands and no arms...
a burning mess of liquid smoke.
You couldn't swim so
you thought it'd be safer to float.
Like a cannonball parallel
you became collateral, and I...
I swear I've seen this before.
I was the carnival
above the norm;
the calm to your overboard.
The burning ship in your brainstorm.
Maybe it's better
to laugh than explain.
Maybe then I'll feel your pain.
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