Somebody Stop Me
Out of breathe,
scentless,
making up an address to write stark notes to in intense ways as I intonate in jest,
somebody swims within me,
I let bread be dead,
I hold onto it ethereally,
I cross roads internally,
I don't exactly know how to tell your person this-
so here it is...
This is like rivers of calm for somebody soft,
but the same for war for my forging of tongue,
two trips for the road,
10 for a kid,
fear of panoply,
or was it pornography?
The randomness of fault of crust,
the deepest void in earth,
a swollen tree root exposing the real truth.
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