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Stutter
The sky is kind of furious
and the shades are breathing in and out.
I've taken all the trash away
and replaced it with my displacement.
I'm making noise to occupy
the space or frame or place of mine
that dwells just past the fine all right
and head butts me through all space and time.
- And then I stop, and stutter
along with the stutter in my head...
Only to be made aware
of each and every coming eye.
Eyes that never really come
along the path expected -
or ever find us, breathing
rapidly, into our cold hands.
