ee cummings rip off; elegy for words unspoken

It fe
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s Like I am f
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in(gettingintoa rut)Giving u
p.
Same, day in
Same, day out
Same, day in
Same, day out
Dull sunrises cue the rest of the day
to be still. Static.
Waning moons tell the night to fade
away slowly. Restless.
Same, night
Same, day
Same, night
Same, day


Hm, made me feel better, probably not that good. Also it was mostly an experiment with form, and repetition. Do I really care what you think? Not really, no.
Damn, not what I wanted it to look like, but the point of the format still remains, kind of.