The intricate box you build
you construct with plastic bricks
sifting through compartments, searching
for the perfect fit. Perfectly enclosed.
Closed off.
Deconstruct your day, lost within
the pieces snapped together, ironically
like twigs snapping in two upon
the trail you wander your life
alone.
A man, a dog, and an endless
digital trail of artificial connection.
Seeking to take in what strengthens,
avoiding exposure like kryptonite.
The dream.
Interrupted, REM ceased. Found her.
Foundation mixed of messages, dried.
Upon which to stand. He on 1st,
Her on 3rd, poised to run. Pitch.
A triple. A review. He cheated.
Crushed.
Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 11:20 AM UTC
The intricate box you build
you construct with plastic bricks
sifting through compartments, searching
for the perfect fit. Perfectly enclosed.
Closed off.
Deconstruct your day, lost within
the pieces snapped together, ironically
like twigs snapping in two upon
the trail you wander your life
alone.
A man, a dog, and an endless
digital trail of artificial connection.
Seeking to take in what strengthens,
avoiding exposure like kryptonite.
The dream.
Interrupted, REM ceased. Found her.
Foundation mixed of messages, dried.
Upon which to stand. He on 1st,
Her on 3rd, poised to run. Pitch.
A triple. A review. He cheated.
Crushed.
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