do you know what is sad?
there are so many people alive in the world,
but i don't even know a fraction.
light bent, sin cos tan, so much so much learning that i haven't done,
or knowledge i've forgotten.
it's only 7:12am and my crane is already turning for the day,
over cars on bloor street,
spraying black paint into the sky.
on days like these, i am sleepless.
my body begs for the cold to crawl under my eyes,
and to wait to be sewn shut.
i'm sick of hearing time ticking...
much too quiet now; jon birgisson should be sleeping too.
it's slowly getting so bright out,
i can't even keep my eyes open to see the sun rise.
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