A sponge that holds no water is not a stone
shadows slice through space and we only see them on the ground
on the walls, or casting on our faces
the microwaves and radio waves dice through our bodies
we hear and see them through the power of metal
I open the old tall window,
my room sucks the city in,
the phone purrs again, and again,
I've been slipping,
responsibility, work, everything,
it's going
I need it to be simpler,
not more complex, it doesn't need to be,
I may take a train,
somewhere long and far,
got love will not follow
got none
got gone
got scars
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