where everyone is seeking the tear drop
that is their life
a sad countdown
counting up
to termination
& promotion
where the numbers are hoarded meaninglessly nailed
to drywall tombstones ever motivated
by their certifications
serialized moments
wasted & stuffed
away in lock boxes
mistaken for interest
where everyone is afraid they've already found
what makes searchable the end
(the) inbox
a mouse click
market labeled
spam
where the lines are placed evenly in lines to heaven
dug six storeys deep encased
in finest endurable
without rot
lasting forever
bridging the gap
prolonging the end
heavy footprints
ringing happiness
where the numbers are eternal
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