small echoes resonate as the distance chokes. on corrupt corners. and contentious travellers. as our detours undo us.
the little colors larger than the big ones. the small stones that collect. their weight measured in flattened boasts.
the moments multiply. stuttering lovers and careful liars. banging on their broken drums. dancing to music that long ago stopped.
tomorrow spent on yesterday. everything borrowed. shallow footprints in thick mud. the harder we run the faster we're swallowed.
steady monsters. shy heroes. the story slouches. the prose stumbles. we've always had the beginning. it's the end that confounds.
time's shaking fist. heavy with placebos. choice's many needles miss the vein again.
Monday
2/12/2018 01:35:00 AM
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