some things come to
“naturally” in child
hood that lost like
get smothered tracked
on with accumulated
years of office pop
cubicle sound proof
ing interspersed w/
whispered curses company
coffee cups then one day
finally have alone time w/
“your” smothered thoughts
colors tamped down a few
sense of rhythm off kil
ter search for a little
lights are left inside
finds you are slid into
the reciprocity of “likes”
easiest way to survive
be watcher, commenter
supporter, clicker of ads
fund me set to default this
lead cloud info something
prior to this in colors
