Into walls

Only the paranoid survive he whispered
(at the patient wall)
Batting eyes
& blinking back tears
Glimmer of hope reflecting

Bits of paint mixed with drywall
(It’s here somewhere)
deeper & deeper
he is a submarine exploring

Between itchy pink clouds
& pencil thin electric eels
On borrowed time
An investment in human capital

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