Friday, November 7, 2014

this condition that i found...

evened out this head of mine
but nothing short of angled
never will it once again, i fear
be anything but tangled
bells that clang inside my ears
combat the tremors in my digits
the winner then to be attacked
by medicine and widgets
grumbling in my stomach leads
the expanding of my core
the frame that i call my own
will be my own no more
changes breaking quickly
this condition that i found
the mountains and the valleys
the rocks i move around
it all will make some sort of sense
the time i hope draws nigh
even and untangled
for it is it and i am i

together makes it me

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