Topic: Missing Out | |
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The clock is a map with one
direction. Pushed forward, struggling, tired. The world wakes up when I’m asleep. Deep in the fight I always fall. I step on the tiger trap clapped in darkness. The world wakes up when I’m asleep: Vultures land in the streetlight to calculate equations. The moon sprouts tentacles and hums like a Theremin. Neighbors swap houses and tell secrets on the radio. Rats make stunning echoes in the alley speculating on the market. Psych ward saints sneak past nurses to swim in backyard pools. Pampered suburban trees hold spectacular wrestling matches. My eyes open with a snap like being slapped instead of kissed. And every time I wake there’s the same longing for what I’ve missed. |
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i like it
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very nice write
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