The fiat comes from invisible man,
fiat of inebriation,
anywhere, anytime, any stuff
what a wretchedness?
That life is thrust upon me.
Noone shares it with me.
I bear the brunt,
what gets connected to what,
through what means,
Noone knows.
life deteriorates.
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