I love the broken plod
and teeth-clench
grueling step by step way
this makes sense.
Life
is for someone else
to ask questions about. To me,
it's as obvious as everything
I've always been so oblivious to,
and just as important to act as if
you were quite aware about things
like this. Which is not
so much. Oh, it sometimes
is! Or we'll think it
was.
Suddenly,
some blunt, hard point
breaks in, tearing fabric and pushed
into widening cracks, into part
of your mind, and
it realizes.
Or something does
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