it is time

we have followed the threads until the

end of our tapestry

and you have exited in win

 I, in a half-breath half-step


Your sole, I have discovered, is concrete wall

and I feel like the jelly of pins and needles

and crawl

shifting around in and out of awareness

You barely blink 

lost in translation you cannot hear the pain

as I sink

allowing myself to blame you

Until this-

When time struck my face I 

realised truth travelled in wonder

that the veins of my subjective self were merely

gravel-weight, so step on it

don’t be darkpsy let us become 




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