There’s a rhythm to this
Without describing it
So far along you forget
You’re looking at something different
No longer in the room
Leaving your body
Floating down a long hallway
Bumping the sides
Waking up with a crooked elbow
Dizzy
Something to be said
When the night changes
The morning friend
Stirring the pot
Stirring them up
Soft skins in the white sheets
Powerless
When letting go of my own protection
Hats in the hands
Expressing the depths
Noting left
Empty
My shadow is sitting on the table
Watching with a cigarette
Chain smoking
Humming a tune
I haven’t heard yet
Hooked and fixated
Wanting more
One second away from
Falling off
Down to the bottom
Saying to the limits
More
In slow motions
Heart bubbles
Out the mouth
Out the eyes
Out the words pressed against the window
We are the planet
I have lost my mind
For the right reasons
Tucked neatly away from the obvious
Neatly folded into the abyss
Gently
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