Friday, 26 May 2017

Getting out

Everything gets dark
And loud
Centrifugal pressure starts to exponentially spiral 
And right before 
The crux force of the crucifixion 
Of your dead night
Locked jaw 
Broken teeth 
Grinding your abraded will 
Everything breaks 
And therein is one moment of joy between the stillness of our tireless efforts to live 


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