Your Monday morning playlist drones in the blurred territory
Between pressing the snooze button and the mute button.
This time, I do not count the blinking stations on the yellow line
But backwards towards the day I last took a shower.
The hourglass tilts, recycling the same sand over and over.
The horror stories I scroll past, capped only by character limits
Bring back waves of unvoiced questions and un-held banners
But the courage to ride them comes with broken surfboards.
You have a yet a chance to uproot the stakes we’re burning at,
To hold them like placards against this world we inherit.
The punishment still is soul draining solitary confinement
And what do you fear but your words drained out by time?
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