lights shooting out in bright lines
and cross-hatching up the disney sky
one giant mixed up loom of
caffeinated rotted undercare bodies
missing teeth floating like air pockets up in water
with nothing to sink into
no density, just more sky waves
just more clay to slap on
more dancing material to hide under
too much sound buckles the legs
and avalanches our broken corners
like a doll in a bounce machine
too much language grinds the thoughts
into sand and tilts the mind forward
on to the street
there are no trains of thought anymore
just dizzy swarms of bees and pixels
moving electrons around the heart of the matter.
that is where living is
in the unchanging center
every piece is bled together like watercolor
by a gravity stronger than
intellect or progress
scraping out every particle
into pause,
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