A Confession

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Two screws attach the plate to the wall

The industrial piece of plastic that holds in the switch

A border between the hollow boards of wires

An icon by the door of every modern regulator of the night

 

What does it cost to facilitate the irrationality?

Is it damaging to not think of it at all?

It’s only a single moment but it effects the very core of me

It’s such a dangerous game to play when there are no rules anymore

 

An awareness of expectancy guides my train of thought

An Amtrak full of people feeling lost and abandoned

But even they enjoy the sickly shade of streetlamp yellow

This is a confession of what makes me afraid

 

 

 

I am grateful for the internet and the expanse of knowledge that can come with it.  ❤

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