And it was hell at work,
the kind of day when everyone
separates into a thousand
parts of maggots racing
And I consumed too many
minutes, too many faces,
too many contractor names,
too much ink keeping records
Things drifted and shifted
into new shapes without
permanence and then it was
time to go home
The car began with a start
and I shed skins for skins
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