• And I kind of feel crooked

  my hands feel small

  my nose cold

  and I'm waiting for the orbit

  the moon to find its place

  the water to fill my ears

  my collar

  for those lights to catch the stones

  those planes to collide

  to explode

  fill me with some other form of 

  intention

  some other way of knowing

  I mean, you could say

  extonetial

  but it's the shapes on the ground

  hexadecimal

  what does that even mean

  disjointed in this perfect

  isolation

  and my nose is running

  sniff

  my legs are dangling

  breath 

  the planes are crashing

  sleep

  just sleep

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