it hurts like a boulder is massive
a shape too big to hug, a weight too incomprehensible to budge
when will these landmarks shift
is this the correct map?
my inside landscape feels like a natural disasters leftover carnage
trying trying to re-root
trying trying to make life life-like again
i want myself out of myself
all this thudding is a bore
a tennis shoe in the dryer
ongoing forever annoying myself with my sadness
become something new
turn into a sandal
a thinner, less offensive version of the thud causer
i hold my breath all the time waiting for it
it whirls and whirls hot air and cloth movements then it
hits
a shocking thud
always surprising
forever thudding
a sore heart, burning eyes, aching chest
ravaged insides
trying trying
to be a life
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