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I am upset

This sanity upsets me

Upsets to the point of obsession with myself

With the distorted unfinished crossword self

I call it a crossword because each word is crossed

Out of my reality, out of my picture imperfect second by second time capsulated dilated ego

Expanding, expounding, pounding on the back door to the cave hiding the scent covered bookmarks my lover lost when passing through the inner pool of street smarts

Combinations create rebellion inside the monotone backside of every mind

And my lover relied on books, thinking it was possible to skip past the sticky waters

Without losing a piece

Now back to square one, square two is somewhere between the lines between the pages between the heartcover untitled manuscripts

The fingers hold them so tightly

So gently grasping the liquid dripping mystery ridden pages

My lover knows the answer is there somewhere, just needs to find the clock with the second hand matching the proper time set of the mind set

Unstructured memorabilia - calls it a memory of the future of a moment somewhere expected, with hope on the leash, says I'm there standing, with my hand across my home touching the only existence made possible by breath

And my breath is the key to the exit out of this mess

Says we all live for these moments and ours will never get crossed out