60-DAY NOTICE

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Submitted Date 02/14/2020
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It has been brought to my attention that
(in case of emergency, I'll start a commune)
the world is dying--or--
the world is kicking us out,
like the shitty tenants we are,
and the world will be just fine.

I think I'll
sit in a tree--or,
start a beach-cleaning group, or,
chain myself to an ancient giant, or,
bring my own bag, hold my head high--

maybe just cry

get high,
or
start a revolution.

But when my computer dies, the keyboard still clicks,
and I am no longer the rebel. The dreamer
dazzled by all washed in green,
stripped of my second-hand fashion,
my hands are human
and will always carry the burden
of being a part of this disease.
 

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