brittle - luka korba [poetry]

[lukakorba]

brittle

freedom breaks the brittleness of the all and sets fire to the bar. the piano is no longer played, the waitress unemployed, and everyone else seems to be dancing to an off-beat melody. nothing makes sense anymore, however informative; drawn conclusions swiftly merge with the past and invade the future. the all laughs us in the face.

- lk

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