Heavy Balloon 12|21

Too deep in my muskrat borrow 
Mechanisms trap the rodents,
Poisons for the pests.
Held hostage yet protected
by all the layers barely secured.
Sheets and strings anchored
with pins amongst the loam.
Defrosted by fossil fuels,
each night a lava glow.
Compartments for everything,
yet I have too much of nothing I need.
Frantically impressed by the feeling
to get ready for nothing to do.
There’s a gas leak and I still can’t sleep.
Tinnitus is deafening everything
that needs my attention.

Under the darkest dome
Reflecting everything

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