measuring my weeks
sifting through days
as if they were
lumps in a sugar bowl
examining the texture
of each rock
of particulate sweetness
hoping for a spoonful
to cure what ails me
selflessness
is so sour
not that I would know that
except in theory
as I am so offensive
and rank with my
own decades of
misguided self care
nothing tastes sweet
Dark Matter 
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