Hushpuppies

Listen.
Let it wash over you, pass through a curvy piece
of skin, permeate your brain,
you are not alone.
Saltwater is a favorite, a necessity,
indigo skies have faded to their true black
and the stars have gone out,
for tonight;
You are not alone.
And wishing for it, will give only
more faded black dinginess.
Listen.
Syrupy sweet, sliding over
the airwaves towards porousness,
because you are not alone.
Listen, listen listen:
You. Are. Not. Alone.
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That's it.  I'm really struggling to come up with something better to say, but I'm struggling too much to struggle with words.  All I can do is listen, looking up at my faded indigo black skies, devoid of stars, for tonight.
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"I can finally see, you're as fucked up as me,
so how do we win?"