Complicit catharsis

How original
All of us, looking up
At the same cathode ray tube
In the sky
Watching the same things
In shame, alone, distinct
Awaiting the devastating absolution
Of finding someone else
Who celebrates the same memory of fiction
But doesn’t carry the same guilt
Of having liked it once
The string of distancing time
With leather heave rasp
Ready to snap in backlash

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