Line/Lone

the moment is unclear to all but the sand
upon which the line was drawn
the silver outline in/the dark
1am in the morning
the fans wurrr intensity towards it
beer feels like nothing at all but bitter
the dark heaves itself a little
places a plastic bag over your head and says
breathe

you breathe deep/and close your eyes
plastic hugs your face
tender
that’s when the dark disappears/and you see the wurrr wurrr/sand is disturbed flying
FROM UNDER YOUR SHIFTING LEGS
breathe
CLOSER
civilization holds your face
TENDER
breathe
the sand is numb/poison was always this easy
breathe
slowly choke yourself to death
THE DARK SLIDES INSIDE YOUR CHEST AND SAYS!
FLY
LIKE SON OF INVENTORS
LIKE SAND
LIKE DUST
LIKE LOST MOMENTS
the lines the lines the lines the lines the lines the lines the lines the lines the lines the lines the lines and the lone

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Line/Lone

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