woodpecker woodpecker drilling at my door
what bringings can you pursue on the arms of Autuum
what other tones of questionable timing can you suggest
the reading bores me and the words melt down the page
the rage will not subsise, my breathing stalling
the heat, the wave, the stationary consultation
to concede leap, defear or otherwise social etiquette
watch carefully for I might believe it myself.
firestarting a catastrophe we can barely recognize
no longer a parasite, the caged animal has had enough,
I can no longer bow to the sun and breath the concrete lining ofuscates
the splendor I claim for my own, thumpling the tower (used cards, burn the deck)
I always suspected my words could not change anything
To this day, livid, paranoid, absurdiny afraid to notice things have remained the same
my presence is eateble, digestable and overall not nutricious to the system
feel the pulse, take notice and remember well, did we ask for this?
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