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Trying to balance

on the shoulders beneath my feet

Empty my throat

Shamble in circles,

step out of my skin, then retreat

I am dragged

By lecherous phantom hands

No resistance

No point in fighting, no use in digging in

So on I go,

All the charm of a nerve exposed

Oh be still my heart

That’s pumping this lesser blood

So unworth it

Captive of movement

Too late to slow it down

I’m devolving

From nothing to relic to dust

Primitive love

A skeletal warning

A temple of bile and rust

Archaic tongue

Missives in a language long dead

Useless mouth

Driveling, aimless

Teeth dug into the past

But on I go,

All the charm of a nerve exposed

On I go,

A useless projectile, a stone from a bow

On I go,

And where I’ll end up, there’s no way to know

On I go,

Forward in flux, onward alone

Oh be still my heart

That’s pumping this lesser blood

So unworth it

Captive of movement

Too late to slow it down

Oh be still my heart

That’s wasting this space in my chest

So relentless

Merciless movement

Too late to stop it now