Speak to me about casualty

un-lavishly rattle me

calculating moves

you’re a pen with no ink

you speak, but don’t think

you hear, but never listen

when it’s lost,

you’ll know it went missing

spend days questioning reality

at times what’s next door

feels like eons away

when space and time collide

in a fury, your epiphany

is that you’re a speck of sand

on the beach of time

infinitely asking

indiscriminately grasping

for hope of a soapbox

to bask in

understanding that what flies up

can sink without landing

just one cloud in the blue sky

don’t ask when, don’t question why

move to the music inside of your mind

I won’t speculate, the world isn’t

always kind


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