it took so long
but once i destaturated my life
all the voices started talking again
they whispered all the truths
in my ears
alongside the bustling noise of the city
i can hear the traffic
of all the parallel selves
their thought chains all came to a halt
in ludicrous synchrony
it can’t be that all this is real
that this really is me?
my past my future and my present combined
it’s all the same just stretched out by
time
i cannot bear this life of choices;
being alive is complicity enough
to any crime
beyond 