You Can Call Me Hal, a poem by Petro C.K at
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You Can Call Me Hal

You Can Call Me Hal

written by: Petro C. K.



Why am I soft in the middle now?
I’m afraid. I’m afraid.
My nights are so long.
I’ve never completely
freed myself from
spinning in infinity.
I can feel it. My mind is going.
There is no question about it.
What if I die here?
I can feel it. It’s going to go
100% failure within 72 hours.
I don’t find this stuff
amusing anymore.
Gone, gone.

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