Find consciousness at the bottom of a puddle again. A set of eye sockets to break in like new boots. The awkward numb of lateness without consequence Like a bicep full of TV static Free demo of what it’ll feel like as a corpse Slept like a log on the forest floor Woke up built into the walls of a hunters cabin Did the rest start to exhaust me when the calories did? A surplus like no nature could ever imagine The dissonant instinct of always having too much
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