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sink.
it's like static
and I've had it
it's a look
with words written from a book
that makes a shock
just enough to set me off
there's a bell
telling me I should leave
and my dry mouth
screaming for something to drink

I'm not crazy
but I've wondered if you are real
this decayed ship is sinking
overflown with thoughts of my thinking
and the anchor is sunk in
-a place laid out, based on instinct

I eat up every word you say
but find that I can't digest it
and they say if I were in China
I would be called the light pole
I continue to be ever so complex
I dig more and become in depth
the lights are bright
I am shaking
my head throbs
my neck - in a kink
something's playing tag in my stomach
I try to press the vein in my hand flat
but it runs away, right to left
currently preoccupied
but the thoughts
quickly find their way back

I need to find motivation
perhaps it was left behind
in the sock drawer
or maybe stuck under
lifeless crumbs on the kitchen floor

why is this happening?
today I blamed it on
modern conspiracies
as of now,
there's only me