Introducing
Connor Orrico

through lethargic lens

 

black carpenter ant

percussing the earth
with purpose

an energy I
statue of caesura
made by depression
watch with awe

 

 

 

 

 

here without hearing

we
are actual
and always
we
call
courageously
with
belief here

but

our
answers are
absent among
our
complex
calculations
of
being human

 

 

 

 

dread

 

stuck in bed

struck sin bread

stuck till bled

struck ill fled

 

mislead yet lead

weight set on head

wait sweat behead

undead get dead

 

 

 

 

song

 

a weight on my chest and a still in my limbs,
a spill from my heart of a will within,
I wait on my best and just instill my grin
to wash up the mess of self-listening

 

 

 

 

hymn

 

mechanistic replies,
regurgitated lies,
averted eyes:
religious demise.

 

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