I can sense the reason
it is there, trying to make itself at home in my mind
feeling the the corners, the bends
trying to belong, clearing the fragments of apathy
that once resided there
the responsibility is rooting itself in
making its presence felt
‘I am here
so why aren’t you’
Postcard to the privileged
I can sense the reasonit is there, trying to make itself at home in my mindfeeling the the corners, the bendstrying to belong, clearing the fragments of apathythat once resided therethe responsibility is rooting itself inmaking its presence felt ‘I am hereso why aren’t you’

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