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Poor Condition

This is not the human condition
Obsessing for an answer
Inside a glaring monitor
A warm bed, a cold shower
An abundance of wheat.

To hot in a dry office
With a cowl around your head
As you struggle to string a sentence
One step in front of the other.

Overreacting again and again
With a panic in your throat
Beyond cortisol, beyond adrenaline
Beyond help.