Thing-ness Monster

Where did it go? The
qualm of thing-ness
fought in morning light?

All day we play together,
often a little hard then
faint to toil our witting.

Try to whale off nightmares
with wanton harpoons
instead of waking up. Futility

reigns. This we cannot fight,
Cannot reroute to save lives,
except next to one another.

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