Slow steady pulse

Slow steady buzz
Hum of warm
Of full belly

The eyes close
Tongue stops twisting
Breathe comes steady
The calm of contentment

A world without the highs and lows
Without the spark of rage
Without the forest fire of desire
Without the dogged depression
So sure of the rightness of death

This the aspiration of structure
Of productive member of society

Who seeks distraction
Idolation of the glamorous
Looks to borrow glory from the talented
So that for just a few minutes
They feel
Something greater than the background hum
Of lost tomorrows
And glorified yesterdays

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