this feeling that thrives
neither dead nor alive
is not something
to be taken lightly,
a cardinal sin
with no near end
begins, and there is
mostly
ruin left
for you and yours.
this feeling is different,
mostly if you let it,
like scraping down
the side of an
aluminum can
that's skyrocketing
towards some other
dimensional
depth, neither
approachable
nor
within the realm
of touch.
Sep 13, 2019
Sep 13, 2019 at 3:21 AM UTC
this feeling that thrives
neither dead nor alive
is not something
to be taken lightly,
a cardinal sin
with no near end
begins, and there is
mostly
ruin left
for you and yours.
this feeling is different,
mostly if you let it,
like scraping down
the side of an
aluminum can
that's skyrocketing
towards some other
dimensional
depth, neither
approachable
nor
within the realm
of touch.
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