"alias"
my mouth is open for all to
walk in and then stumble
right out. were you searching for
clarity?
this is like walking into your closet
finding that the skeletons have
started talking.
the darkness under my eyes
grows. my ship is sinking, i am
buried in the world, in the secrets,
and the earth.
i wake up each day and hear the bones
chattering, "excite me, we don't need connection
at all."
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