inexorably, nothing becomes something
as something fades back into nothing
over and over and over again
repetition reborn as routine
but routine for its own sake alone
under these failing incandescent bulbs
we inhale entropy, we exhale stasis
a quick and simple one please
the only thing that I need
pale, meet porcelain
porcelain, meet pale
stain the stark white with deep red
letters combine, forming words
words that turn into promises
always meant at the time they are spoken
yet they are always instantly broken
we are all here
we are all waiting

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