there are
days and
times and
people and
my feet push on
like machinery
or maybe just objectively
trampling the shards
of a million different fragments of reality
i'm here still
in this pendulum of a place that
has always been
and
my feet and
my brain and
my hands
move too quickly but
my mouth does not
i'm still here
with these pieces
these pieces of body
that cost and
tick but
one day
and you
you resonate with a
yellow light that
means warmth
with an ease a
heat a
‘diamond speckled’ smile
a form that parallels goodness
and
i'll stay here in my
clicking mechanisms
with
my scratches and
my bones and
my structure and
one day
one day i'll die
Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 4:44 AM UTC
there are
days and
times and
people and
my feet push on
like machinery
or maybe just objectively
trampling the shards
of a million different fragments of reality
i'm here still
in this pendulum of a place that
has always been
and
my feet and
my brain and
my hands
move too quickly but
my mouth does not
i'm still here
with these pieces
these pieces of body
that cost and
tick but
one day
and you
you resonate with a
yellow light that
means warmth
with an ease a
heat a
‘diamond speckled’ smile
a form that parallels goodness
and
i'll stay here in my
clicking mechanisms
with
my scratches and
my bones and
my structure and
one day
one day i'll die
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