Flying against dream apocalypse
As usual
A fight at every door opening
Smiling with a crooked mouth
Slouching at the sunrise
I can do this
I can do this
But why must
This
Always be changing
Moving
Hiding
Running
The beautiful imperfections
Ironed out
Factories of people
Existing to eradicate
The unique wonderful fringes
The unhinging
Of perpetual motion
The crawl of an injured ant
The fear
Of the eggshells
Which have blackened
My sweet heart
I want to do it all
I must do it all
I can't do it all
I'm in a pit
Where do I start spitting
To drown my way out
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