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Pandiculation





tired of waking up to this, flaky like cereal,

relationships and people, superficial and venereal,

the corners of my mind, more than one abnormal deposit,

uncomfortably proud, like homosexuals coming out of the closet,

fantasies of capturing time, somehow forever holding it,

like the key to life, forever molding it,

separate ways they go, desires in all directions disperse,

like i can escape all of this, dream in a parallel universe,

stare at the timex, reminds me of the great big trap,

in a sticky situation, bathing in bark, branch and twig sap,

the tick-tock, watches, hourglasses,

without exception, clockwork to devour the masses.