Sometimes at bus stops and on daytime soaps you canhere people say no peace for the wicked They never
offer a nuanced version. And maybe words are just noise
or a set of marks on paper.
Robots took on the outside of dogs.
Perhaps this sounds obscure,
sometimes I presume if I did not think I would be happier.
If I did not think for a second or two I would avoid
my anxiety and my tears. Determined versions would fade away.