Wednesday, March 24

Job Searching the Abyss

I can wade through all the options
Storm through all the brains
I can hold my breath and swim

But the water isn't water
and the storms are only drops
And I dip into thick sands

I can climb down into options
Lower myself into the caves
I can spalunk into that dark

But the climbing isn't down
And the top is very far
And there's no dark to look for light

There aren't any options
And there aren't any jobs
There's no sense in looking

For something not there.

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