The Finale

The Finale

Let’s be clear—I’m here
Naked and molding
Into the ground 
My amygdala was shot
Out of the cannon 
Into the sky
For the last time
Maybe I’ll stay
Maybe I’ll fly away
Come see this retiree
Confident and quite sure
He has nowhere to be



Z

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