this chaos within
a sound is it a dwoombbb? it pulls you in
but we know nothing ends like this, with silence.
A spot a line a dash a spotted hazy spinning forward spiral
into darker fogs rubbish regurgitated and laid out on your mat
lines drawn and pushed aside horrorstruck watch this fall inside
not really anything right now really, not as ugly as I would have imagined. just a push.
an impetus, a sickness to the stomach and an ostrich like forgetting.
A thumb snagged on jagged nails, a floor curtain falling into rice beans
a fire ritual shootout
bank heist in broad daylight.
the end the end, this is it here then
the spring fever madness began too soon
an agoraphobia grips me and now. wait. you
wait to watch, leave and forget. because this hill you have climbed is done and now
the fall has begun.
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