the third is ennui.
you become overcome
with a sudden fatigue.
you can’t even argue.
you can’t aggress or retract.
almost as if you are floating
through it all.
but not as happy or light
as that. like you’re being
controlled by a beam.
it’s more terrifying the
grip this new surrender has.
your arched back,
your upward gaze,
some kind of nothing
and the laughter is braying:
so deep and directed
at you.
“ennui”
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