(8-04-03)
Fetus like
I fold into
Myself.
I don't think
This stuff is working,
I don't think.
Gentle tentacles
Sent out for
Reconnaissance,
Come back
Wounded and bloodied.
Waiting for the word
I withdraw.
The sound of trains,
The sound of my mind.
I rock this gentle rhythm.
It's been so long
Since I have heard
Anybody
Tell me
It's alright.
Alone I am
So vulnerable.
Alone I am.
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