tick tock tick tock
stare
gazing
hoping
yearning
for
5 o'clock
to be released from the "American dream" of what LIFE
Should be?
Music pouring
waterfall
rain
quickly how a river becomes
a stain
marked across the page.
what feeds the Whirlpool
of my primordial core
is it sleeping monstro's snore
hiding in the depth
of my ocean floor?
What anxious grief!
How he ponders to understand,
swallow all of me....
and i will build a fire
to watch him sneeze.
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