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The crack starts beneath my feet, weaves down the street, ends in a shadowed horizon Bleak I'm five slips away from some sort of leap One breath per beat, beat, beat. Small steps. Indecisiveness surfaces from the stream. Time trickles. The river is behind me, I want to jump backwards. *Flip. Finally. Face up, **** up, fall. Fail. Flail. Fight. Faster. Faster.* Whispers echo across rocks. Whines like sirens My fingertips are encased in firelight What have these hands seen? They dance so freely Fright in the form of leaden limbs at the center of a maze I want the water to take me away Spinning blindly. Take a risk? Make a bet? What are the stakes? Cracks in my bones, fatigued from falling. What's gonna break? Eyes are unfocused, the world is a blur, my mind is a haven. Heaven is a trap. There is no map. There is no road. There are no rivers, no streams, no rocks, no echoes, no moments to take with me as I continue to fall. Time never stopped. Time never started. I never stood still. Take what you will
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Aug 29, 2012
Aug 29, 2012 at 12:32 AM UTC
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The crack starts beneath my feet, weaves down the street, ends in a shadowed horizon Bleak I'm five slips away from some sort of leap One breath per beat, beat, beat. Small steps. Indecisiveness surfaces from the stream. Time trickles. The river is behind me, I want to jump backwards. *Flip. Finally. Face up, **** up, fall. Fail. Flail. Fight. Faster. Faster.* Whispers echo across rocks. Whines like sirens My fingertips are encased in firelight What have these hands seen? They dance so freely Fright in the form of leaden limbs at the center of a maze I want the water to take me away Spinning blindly. Take a risk? Make a bet? What are the stakes? Cracks in my bones, fatigued from falling. What's gonna break? Eyes are unfocused, the world is a blur, my mind is a haven. Heaven is a trap. There is no map. There is no road. There are no rivers, no streams, no rocks, no echoes, no moments to take with me as I continue to fall. Time never stopped. Time never started. I never stood still. Take what you will
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Aug 29, 2012
Aug 29, 2012 at 12:32 AM UTC
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