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here I go,
blundering through another day
trying to show up for my end of
I sit here,
with this pen and this notebook,
and the stuff is
supposed to barrel through me.
it's supposed to shake the debris free.
it's supposed to melt the lock.
it's supposed to blast my cemented mind apart.
it's supposed to summon shadows and make them dance.
it's supposed to swim on the surface of the sun.
it's supposed to show me all the rainbows in the darkness.
it's supposed to shine the silver on all my shredded scraps.
it's supposed to reach through all my ******* and show me:
emeralds and pearls\teeth and knives\
blood and glass.
it's supposed to twist the blade and spit in the ****.
but this morning,
it's the big bupkis
just the weight
of its silence...
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