in a stone is where i live: trapped within 4 walls each a meter thick. plenty of O2 in here: comes from the unit A/C. there’s a vent on the wall above my head there it stays blowing sanity upon my face. cracks. on. this. wall, I watch along its thin jagged lines obtuse like coursing veins on my retinas, they feed sifting across my head all to softly, I’ll be dead. soon now, not a second late, you see. God, well, he’s in the corner there dangling on his tattered strings above this loosened head upon my neck. is it all a dream, you ask? all gashed and snapping at the seams? a trapeze act it seems this life has been. a balancing act inside this very head & I cry [the end] at 7 laughing clowns below who won’t ever break this fall. this last feat. finale. off the top of my bed.Birth sign: Capricorn
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