"caution crept between the words,"
a sort of quiet conversation
and my own patience
itching through the last of what's left the shed.
burning bathtubs bubble violet,
just a taste for some peace and quiet.
they're slipping through your hands.
braces your knees to catch your catapulted kin.
we're all just waiting to begin.
massive melting megaphones corrode.
mix the silence and displace,
patient structures rust in place.
we're all left crumbling,
to a comfort caught
put gently in it's place,
young hearts all grown beneath the weight.
and I'm not trying to let go
but these hands aren't yours' to hold
someday isn't so.
now break your broken bender,
save what's to remember
on letting go,
you'll find your feet.
all the mistruths we'll learn to sleep through.
calipers stretch and sweep,
through the distances we'll learn to see though.
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