aloning 

feeling inside this daunting
is falling on into its snares
no mattering ’rounding around
so comforting in this darkening-ness
wandering illusory morsels
are tossing themselves to me
with their hands begging too

this then in here is when
in some where else
breathing is by lots
doling out in seldom jolts
the ground is ever softening
all motion is retarding

here in my head
my mouth is seemingly saying
and nothing is being heard
what i believe i’m thinking
is never in need of words

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