i wonder aloud, silently remarking to everyone of no consequences, that my existence
is plagued with a mind that wanders back and forth over hot coals, and topics befitting
family quarrel. when the sum of the parts are added for the sake of enormous multiplying
effects. as the whispers heard on school playgrounds, by bullies shouting at others like me
and so I keep it turned up too high, the heating system, the way sweat drips to pools at my feet
because nervousness is as accustomed to be as breathing.
I wonder aloud, oblivious to the fact, only sometimes, that I am completely fine and am not contributing
anything terribly obvious to the detriments of mankind. yet, I cannot breathe properly without
inhaling a magnitude of worrying vapors that leak out of drainage ditches lined with sewage
waters. that is to say, in a way, away from this place, that I am ultimately, in a sense, a sensual
being determined to breathe freshly into the fabrics of my clothing, like pores opened in skin
that dribble and plop down in beads upon sandy beaches. making no sense is part of the prognosis for the drained.
but lo and behold before me, angel gowned in miracles, and i am light footed as I prance upon the graves of my skeletons that are freshly uncrowded from my closet, and unearthed never again,
but exposed so that heavenly body can see what holes possessed. Yet, ethereal spirituality gives me a contact high, and makes the goose pimples of my flesh more prominent, and as they lay me down to sleep,
I make demands my soul they take.
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