i crawl under a rock,
to avoid
the world.
culture such as it is.
the onslaught
of news
that isn't news.
a world gone mad.
i make a nest
beneath the rock.
it's safe here.
it's warm and cozy.
i tilt it up with a small
stick to let some
some light in.
i'd like to say
that i'll
wait it out,
but i see no end
to it.
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