Monday, September 5, 2016


In sets of two, a handful awaits
Nervousness tears at my waist.
Convinced of the magnetism
Between X and Y, my abnormalities soar.
Worse than a drunken state
To hide the dilemma pasted fast to my brain.
Disorderly momentum, truncating nothing
Whose garnering speed - builds harder.
I will drown these ancient suppositions.
This clotted breathing is coaxing chunks.

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