these words are intelligible
to the ears
resonating in both hemispheres
retracing the ambient past
being sentient doesn't last
what I wish I could undo
but no chance to go back
a citrus drop into my open sternum
leaping into the vacuum of a weightless mass
soft sand beneath my feet
falling like crashing pillars into its hands
a thief so close to my heart
stealing sanity from an empty glass
a ticking time bomb
looking behind while the years pass
my childish intensity
didn't mean to turn you crass
you crawl back into your den
night follows and in stays the darker cast
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