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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