reminder of the cold comfort
smell of the basement
the mystery of shelves and shelves
the times and the heights
and the smoke drifting
up in the distance
which later we breathed into our lungs
as purposeful recognition
endless padding and falling
our feet like pedastools
showcasing unrecognized art
which we donate to the second-hand store
only to buy back later
what I’m hungry for now
will probably eat me
until I reverse and find
the path which lead me
to this story which I told
and found repeating
to the walls
which hold our weary arms
stretch marked from grasping tight
to what we found important
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 9:56 AM UTC
reminder of the cold comfort
smell of the basement
the mystery of shelves and shelves
the times and the heights
and the smoke drifting
up in the distance
which later we breathed into our lungs
as purposeful recognition
endless padding and falling
our feet like pedastools
showcasing unrecognized art
which we donate to the second-hand store
only to buy back later
what I’m hungry for now
will probably eat me
until I reverse and find
the path which lead me
to this story which I told
and found repeating
to the walls
which hold our weary arms
stretch marked from grasping tight
to what we found important
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