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Inchworm
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Early Writings My imaginary enemies, are after me again
Can I increase speed? Till I bleed the trees?
Till I feel my knees? My stomach starts to bend
Everything so intricate, why haven't I seen this before?
Surface-after-surface
Blankness after furniture
The sword is in my hands now
Maybe I found the question, But shall I follow through?
Trudge on, my quandary, my breath fogs up my eyes
My hair brushes down the line, my bed is far away
I love it here, endless marching, I'm just an army ant
I'm just an inchworm
Surface after surface
Sound after the hearing
The sowrd becomes my hand now
The carnival is just a castle, balloons, carriages
May the little girl inside me come out and play?
I know you're real...my teddy bear...
It's bedtime, tuck me in tight
