Octothorpe and the Aglets - Dream of Consciousness

There was a time when he'd eaten properly
Recommended servings, daily doses, the like
He knew about hygiene once, altogether
The rituals passed down from parents from grandparents from monarchs from the Bible from evolution

None of this was entirely foreign, nor was it unlearnable
But at this point it had not sunken in, and he feared it never would now with disappear pressure

He made the mistake [editor's note: he made many mistakes] to quit smoking too soon
Right when his body needed it most
Had he persisted
He would have managed to ride the bell curve of his health down with the rest of his neighbors
Commiserating in the swollen night umbrella'd by the awning

A plethora of guilty grimaces to be exchanged, the immediate pact-breaking/making
These were now lost as he crumbled under the pressure of health
A slave to his endorphins, slaves to their genes
Slaves to his parents' - this train of command would never derail

This train of command would never derail
This train of command would never derail
On nights when the stars forgot to seem special, he would breathe without realizing it

Written by:
Austin Hall

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