it’s like
the clock is still working
but the gears are no longer turning
i’m burning up on empty
*fuel
dripping,
leaking,*
no longer capable of containing
contemplations too volatile
for proper taming,
and so i’m just… resting.
a dormant chamber of magma
underneath the bedrock is often
due for massive explosion
but i never liked being out of control
and the last thing i need are
for my insides to get torn open.
a tree bearing great fruits
brilliantly disguised to hide its
reckless disharmonious motion.
*That is fear speaking.
Apprehension.*
Avoiding the waves because
what follows next is spinning
down through the vortex
violently into uncharted oceans.
Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 12:06 AM UTC
it’s like
the clock is still working
but the gears are no longer turning
i’m burning up on empty
*fuel
dripping,
leaking,*
no longer capable of containing
contemplations too volatile
for proper taming,
and so i’m just… resting.
a dormant chamber of magma
underneath the bedrock is often
due for massive explosion
but i never liked being out of control
and the last thing i need are
for my insides to get torn open.
a tree bearing great fruits
brilliantly disguised to hide its
reckless disharmonious motion.
*That is fear speaking.
Apprehension.*
Avoiding the waves because
what follows next is spinning
down through the vortex
violently into uncharted oceans.
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