Not Feeling Well

Used to cry once,

beyond the trance of feelings

unassumed -

used to feel bad.


I don't know what I feel now

and I don't darken the room anymore.


Smokes don't fly like

birds of vesicles, and I 

laugh at what 

I don't know.


My face wrinkles less now,

and I'm not ageing anymore.

Eyes are dreaded

by hallows of immortality.


I ponder what I feel, if any.



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