trapped in between: there are lines and there are instances.
they are blurring and they are forming alternate situations – this is this and that is that.
each eating the other.
and what is which is unclear, only the abstract is definite.
your head is spinning and my heart is spinning
but the walls don’t cave in
the eyes do not get gone
my arms needlessly flung
my hands released from the wrists
yet your brain busy ticking,
turning and moving all over
I cannot think to feel
the motions of everything
they are impressing their strength into my hole where the bad dreams go,
where the waking thoughts are disappearing to
this is just another act of narcissism
just another glance in the mirror
I do not know all I need to know
I cannot think to freak
to breathe in is to breathe out again
and everything is trying so hard to be everything else.
and I do not have the answers,
I do not feign the truth
because all that you are is a puzzle to me –
a huge braid of my thoughts of you
and my dreams of you
crossed over with the words that you say.
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