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i'm so tired of wanting to become something -- grand designs doing pirouettes in my little head -- i just need more time to think things through plastic tines stab at forks in the road silly you! trying to stop the decision-making process like a child with a rhyme speaking of the devil, for a limited time only, **** the walking dread that paces at the foot of your being like a thing in need -- how? thought you'd never ask --- i'll get to that, in due time -- i will say this though: it's not with an ax or bow or some moralized TV show nope nothing like that the need to be to be -- that is the imperative -- timeless tasks tasked with go-forth -- we feed on it -- always pressing forward always-already doing things, going places, lurching concern, consuming steps steps steps listen progress is a stone alone inside my pocket -- watch it bloom tumultuous into a decision to be undone ---- I am The backward startle Flesh made text Know this: All will be retraced till All that remains is a waiting cursor -- Blinking blinking Blank page staring Into your you -- The mess undressed, ****** -- Don't unfuck it -- Allow it -- Let it **** you for a time Then go hardly softly into the night With steps alighting Bold events of past doings lit Given another chance The was made present A specter sent To turn the insides of your bones Into channels -- Canals of then-time (makes sense) Get to know the script Then flip it Budge its molecular structure See its words squirm Make its serifs recoil And strike at your command Crazy? Yes Impossible? Perhaps But your verse must be heard The play goes on and on and on Until you decide To interrupt it
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Jun 20, 2014
Jun 20, 2014 at 1:11 AM UTC
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i'm so tired of wanting to become something -- grand designs doing pirouettes in my little head -- i just need more time to think things through plastic tines stab at forks in the road silly you! trying to stop the decision-making process like a child with a rhyme speaking of the devil, for a limited time only, **** the walking dread that paces at the foot of your being like a thing in need -- how? thought you'd never ask --- i'll get to that, in due time -- i will say this though: it's not with an ax or bow or some moralized TV show nope nothing like that the need to be to be -- that is the imperative -- timeless tasks tasked with go-forth -- we feed on it -- always pressing forward always-already doing things, going places, lurching concern, consuming steps steps steps listen progress is a stone alone inside my pocket -- watch it bloom tumultuous into a decision to be undone ---- I am The backward startle Flesh made text Know this: All will be retraced till All that remains is a waiting cursor -- Blinking blinking Blank page staring Into your you -- The mess undressed, ****** -- Don't unfuck it -- Allow it -- Let it **** you for a time Then go hardly softly into the night With steps alighting Bold events of past doings lit Given another chance The was made present A specter sent To turn the insides of your bones Into channels -- Canals of then-time (makes sense) Get to know the script Then flip it Budge its molecular structure See its words squirm Make its serifs recoil And strike at your command Crazy? Yes Impossible? Perhaps But your verse must be heard The play goes on and on and on Until you decide To interrupt it
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mike-dm
Jun 20, 2014
Jun 20, 2014 at 1:11 AM UTC
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