the heat pours out
shadows remain
no link or wire
words will frame
an ache so different
delicately it rolls
like a grain of sand
b/w two fingers caught
mood is moulded
into a conical shape
with lights flickering
and skin ripping
the zz of the razor
and narrowed eyes
always confining
in expectaions drowned
clarity is lacked
a joint found
pressure on the toe
right left or centre
an itchy chin
and solance in being alone
not meditative
not obscure
hard to find
easy to hold
laugh a little
play some more
shrug those shoulders
give up on prose
enjoy the scent
stretch that neck
chew those carrots
and your mom please
read some messages
others delete
pick up the pace
lift those feet
sense the flow
indulge in conversations, sure
sparkle like that stone
drink water pure
close the door
leave not scope
for an 'or'
brush hair
fingers hold
dont always do
what your told
(one of the few posts that i would genuinely hate to revise and make more 'correct')
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