Unhealthy Living

Spontaneously combust

a must for me to see.

To see the wind

the waves

and the trees

correspond,

is to see the night

the day

and the rain

in between the falls alone.

Nature

laughter

the gods and the spirits

walking with thee

the hope the joy

the sorrow for me.

An empty bottle

a sharps container

dirty

rusty

please,

let me be

Alone with me.

But that’s the problem,

you see

my thoughts

married to my mind

is the mixture

that’ll combust me with me.

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