With every shift it seems
nothing changes
infuriating sameness
same inconsequential
rearranges
give up on
transformation
increments
another day
the only shift
what matters
is decay
a record of the
slow depression
sinking in the endless rain
record of the
degradation
the fools’ nation
the luckless train
it has always been thus
just the memories
decay and drift
giving an impression
false recollection
of a shift
what
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