labradorite

enlightened as i wish to be,
people frustrate me.

tetrahedrons collide,
brush past each other,
greet each other,
holler curses to the void.

everything vibrates —
like my brain when i’m anxious,
like trains on tracks
or mosquitos’ wings or spacetime.

people frustrate me.
they hurt.

i guess i must see them
from the wrong sides,
their dull and dusty rock faces
frowning in shadows.

angles matter;
only a few show the shine.

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