The rivers stream down lucid spaces in the walls.sweaty palms clung like static on broken glass. if we let go our souls will shatter & the storming sky outside
is building prison cells for opaque faces escaping through their fearful eyes but it was just a vision projected on the lawn of people & places& memories of things that never happened or didnt matter,
surely gone. every unfulfilled prophecy sickeningly less than poetic on the verge of pathetic like words we scribble on stone that make no sense when aloud we read it and you scream, I shout but the room never vacant full of doubt and your actions are tethered to momentum in opposite direction each mistake travels equal distance as we unravel. 
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