Disillusionment

Bothering to make friends is

as good as a hook in the heart

amputated arm hanging, heavy, plunging your body

into the ravine

to hate the sky

as the ghost sublimates into a golden cloud-apostrophe,

light from forgetting you, who have not forgotten:

the friends you make

degenerate

like clay figures

in a rainstorm

beneath a desert-face in the sky

that might as well be god

for all the clay people care.

640px-KalahariBirdView

Image: “Bird’s eye view of the Kalahari.” By Hp.Baumeler – Own work, CC BY-SA 4.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=60310548

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