Juggling ego.

Grinds my teeth.
Translucent shield.
I have to survive,
pick things up and keep walking.

Index in the air. Awaiting my folly.
Virtually every turn, there you are.
“Ah, ha!”

Raised the dead,
Floored the shit out of me;
it’s turned into disgust.

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