haloes orbit me at sixty
m-p-h -- how can I meet the
expectations?
haloes are man-made;
i was man-made;
haloes and expectations fade,
and, man-made, i fight
tears, watching satellite
haloes
crash...
flash-in-the-pan-
demonium
of how
the world sees me now.

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