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Don't writhe in anger;
the world is always falling
and stars are ever-burning,
until they burn you down.
A circular waking
to shattered muscle in a sling;
to moments, tired and wrung;
The leather, tightening.

Drown your voice in the sea
to forget the viscosity
of words trapped in your hands
and on your tongue;
If the sky devours the earth,
or only a single fiber burns,
I'll be here with you, when it comes.

Maybe I'm burnt circuitry,
wheeling downhill.
Rising, and cracking,
and cracking,
and tearing,
and wondering if I'm real;
if time is just another pill;
where waves are born until they're killed;
why emptiness can weigh and steal...

Every moment feels like it's wrong.
Every movement is movement lost,
or spent repairing damaged trust
between the Sun and its ending hue.

I can dream imaginations
to push my body through.
But, when I wake,
there's me,
an eternity,
and then you.

I'll suffer every drop I drew.