pipe dreams on the freeway | poem

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everything gets better

and then it gets worse


minds dancing on

extreme sides of the spectrum


an either-or game between

good and 

very very very bad


the middle unknown

a balance having

never existed


it's like clockwork

these things

 everything will be lovely and

bright

and the next moment

that same

bright light


burns into

anger and rage

and everything goes

red and black

black and blue

with purple in between


i dream of

normalcy.

-n.c

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