027Parable
thoughts run in circles like stray dogs unleashed overthinking tempting in infinity
run on sentences to parable the run on thoughts to echo the sound of running paws up the edges of waxing consciousness
little and little the offwrought words become cohesive with meaning gleaned through stepping in the little circles the paws leave behind
did you know-
sometimes i think about family dinners and i think about tearing little flowering roots from between my ribs
did you know-
you are loved (if you want to be) you are desired (if you want to be) you are known (if you want to be) you are loved (if you want to be)
both the offer and the withdrawl genuine, a dancing tearing game of paradox (but it isn't) of contradiction (but it isn't) of coping and craving (but it isn't)
did you know-
there's no such thing as empty space, just circles and circles of been-here-before and trodden sky and the hopes all coloured in by hands that never heard of lines
did you know-
because i didnt, i still don't. the flowers fruit into ruin beneath my skin and im sunk into sickening cloying sweet rot the feeling of love running down and carving acid-like into the soft places and forgotten channels of tangled whims and wants
step softly in the little circles and maybe you'll find what you want
ascribe meaning to pretentious poetry pouring from paws bappy tappy tappy in the dark and warm where nobody can see
the nonsense is what makes it real, y'know?
define the rules and then break them to strengthen definition
discard the draft of all your friendships and start over only from what you can remember
i didnt forge this sword to not impale myself on it
does anyone really believe they can change the world? is it still delusion if it turns out to be true by accident?
if only there were ever a clean way to end things like this
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