there's so much of the world we don't know, what we don't know makes us sad, for good things we'll never know are being lost, along with the ones we know, adding to the swollen sorrow that deepens with the sea rise, the mean temperature, the sweet rain turned acid, the national chaos and the planet entropy. we don't know how many like us there are, nor how many are killed by our industrial wars. how many like us there were, how many might have been. the money monsters are crushing the life out of us.

sad at everything. picking up trash crying. my sad eyeglasses corrode in acid rain. i'm sad at the dementia. the death of animals. the genocidal wars. of what we forget, of how to live. what doesn't make me sad, what brings me joy, will die too. the dog looks at the wave-crush and watches me plunge my sad self, with longing and worry. the dog walks behind me, follows me home, dejected. the dog expresses something my silent sorrow can't reach. there's something there that can't be brought out, the well fills again, again, the same feelings, with neurotoxins leaching in. we know it will be continued, in some impossible way. this is my dread today.

that's how i feel, i can't help it, i can't help myself, i have to do it, looking at the long cloud line of yesterday that was only here and gone, away, with all i forget, the long cloud line, gone today of memory.