The Year Everything Stops

No more telephones.
No more internet.
No TV.
No window on the world.
No lifetime guarantees.
No fixing the broken.
No more token enthusiasm.
No more coasting.
Just dog eared determination.
And a certain derangement.
A great unravelling.
A new way of seeing.
A hand to mouth existence.
A body without soul.
A prayer for the dying.
A darkness without artificial light.


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