My little fatalist
You're a wire
Wrapped in a needle eye
You need springs
Yes, springs attached to you
To bounce about town
it's lighter, it's fun
rattle and massage
that constricted, conflicted
brain of yours
Smile.
It's funny.
the words that come
in thoughts
You need a wave
Yes, a wave encompassing you
so you can thrash about town
a lifetime womb
without the delicate connectors
to revive those
aching bones of yours
Spirit
don't burn it out
like a boy scout camp fire
go forage for
kindling
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