This Apathy

This apathy,
This far from
Triumphant
Let down,

If only
It were alien,

A gaseous
Star,

The moss on
A meteorite,

A puddle
On Mars.

Even the
Moments
Of acting

Were better
Than this.

Flecks of
Half felt
Promises,

Dribbling
Loosely
Between
Lips.

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