i have stolen
many minutes this
morning. the purpose
is the direct
communication to you,
friends and friends.
where haven't we
gone wrong. with
seconds ticking narrowly,
dots of sweat
trickled quickly filling
the lines, the
wrinkles, the canals,
the trials and
grooves, we wait
until "til" it
is time to
move to motivate.
everything is better
under immense pressure.
the songs and
the muses are
tickling my dreams.
burst sudden words
not so fluid
as rounded or
coaxed. maybe someday
soon the fluttering
will slow enough
to hold in
my hands, freely.
grimm
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