largethere is a bird sitting on every heart, and with each subsequent beat it looks as iflarge
it is caught in fear, and becomes very still against
the shadow of something massive
when you age, there will be inevitables. sooner or later it will be a week of afternoons before you can
fold yourself up again, and breathe in the artificial
quality of dreams once more,
because the things you know are not ones that can be put to paper, they are abstract and boiling, like something red erupting underneath the sea,
the sheer white ricochet
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