Slipping away

Deal with the clouds sucking back their rain
Upwards it flows, piercing flesh like darts through cloth
Look
Laughter reached its peak, turned into a shriek
How come?

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Weeds in your garden slaughtered jasmines
Only so you wouldn’t worry about watering them anymore
Their spirit, and scent, is now distilled

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And you’re slipping away.

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All these flimsy threads will escape the clothes they kept intact
Unwoven, simple, divergent they will lay
What was a weed, anyway?

A plant nobody planted,
A seed breaking loose, desperate to burn out, turning the rest bitter

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It’s easy to find beauty in between the foldings of a rose,

But can you really find it in between cunning cracks next door?

Like used tissues, like tangled hair, like a restless glare

You are now an outsider, to the outsider world itself

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Fish will keep fighting eachother, they don’t have anywhere else to go

Maybe rumblefish will headbang and turn sane

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You were still for so long, air passed around you, not through you

You’re the friction a matchstick needs to light up the world on fire
And you are its exhaust at the same time

You’re climbing a ladder made of snow
Everything you touch dissolves into what’s bellow

The dust you spent years cleaning(hiding)
Will catch on to the heat and to your knees, in a desert where

scorpions will inform you before they bite, and you’ll think

they were trading venom for a life

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And this mutation of the cells
wrinkled with mistakes
It’s like I’m feeding off of wisdom in between ignorance
The more I know the more I see how less I know
And these trivialities are so pure
Like a kite made out of a plastic bag, flown by a clueless child
Whose blistered hands now control his life

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I love slipping in the mud
It’s like a flight on its own, doesn’t even hurt
Till quite after when you see the bruises
Isn’t that what illusion does..

And then I draw myself again, and I’m invisible

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It’s like I skipped past the part where everything’s high pitched

And I only hear the lows
That’s the proudest I’ve been of my own default

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And if all wrongs add up to one right
Know that there is more to this

Than you and me

Than them and they,

and us against a distant play

an illusion you will smile at one day.