I built a tower by crushing
a clock.
I fed upon the glistening liquid
of unconsciousness.
I'm the only witness
of catastrophic hands upon cups
and make-believe earthquakes
under beds.
the world has sunk into itself
while I was blinking-
ripe,moldy and obscene,
a cluster of heartache
meant to smother
the silence.
and not a moment too soon-
I am confused beyond dread
by the dripping black
of droughty water
marking what just is,
what is gained
and what is to be lost.
I can't gather a basket
of wise eyes.
I can't bring myself
to breed a revolution.
I can't swallow a handful of hours
and pretend I'm fine.
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