soft bone hitting hard all the land
glowing solids, soft as the wrinkles on your fingerprints
don't steal words again from yesterday’s
novels you don't plan on ending, don’t plan on putting down
i will not be a parenthesis
or travel between lines of
syntax designed to teach my heart
a fool despises understanding
i do

everything seems to shriek as i tread so softly, clumsily by
wrong wrong wrong wrong
it traps my shuffle and holds me sighing to a hault
all my motivations are building up to erupt
all my outlets are destroyed,
crumbled into an unyielding coating
and bulging i remain dormant
hopelessly searching for places i’m allowed to
breathe

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