There is a blood
that is beating in my skull
that is gluing my veins
and is pulsing in some silence,

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but my hands are moving,
but my breaths are dripping
out and watching me
without reason or thought,
and my tongue is ticking too,
howling from me a language
I have yet to understand,
let alone voice,
and in the end,

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an urgency is returning me
as a snapped over twist,
leaving me without purchase
and bleaching my words stark,
so I wonder:

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what's in my bones
that's making me move?