Click Fate

Free will tosses itself into the window
A little rectangle for your mind
Fingers spill, touching pills
Endogenous chemistry set
Brain stemmed back to a trunk
Full of your dead time
Desperate to breathe
Unable to ask
As yours truly, the inert net
Sparked the wildfire flame
Whose plumes cloud your lungs
With inside smoke
And burn the living thing
Out from inside your body

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