the world only
contains laughter
if you silence your own
and look long enough
to not find it
and realize that
you wasted your time
with the sea that massages
the land and the birds that sing
songs they barely understand and
the people who you never got to know
for you were always there like woe
quiet
listening
for the laughter that never came
until it did,
after all those moments lost,
from you
*
the world is
a joke without
a punchline
and a laugh
without a gut
that somehow still
produces a mess afterwards
and words alike
*
hope in the future
doesn’t hold much
hope for the future
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