Is in the skin of my soles
Protesting pressure into
Bare wool and cool cork
Bearing heaviness
With sunken desires
Shuffling dreams
Slow progress
Heel to toe.
Toe to heel.
Heel to toe.
My tired
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Is in the space my words should
Occupy, unravelling
Quiet, blank and dumb
Impressions only
Of indentations
Holes and hurt
Breath over
Pitied tongue.
Tongued pity.
Pitied tongue.
My tired
Is in the broken china
Laughing with me, not against
The shattered plan I made
Which almost worked to
Circumnavigate
Why don't you
Why don't they
Never mind.
Mind never.
Never mind.
It's all good.
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