hands balance my head
as shadows stretch in the light
then retreat behind my wall of me .
hidden from view .
empty room
where the truth is spoken ,

but never leaves .

groans escape me
muting unripe ideas .
Keep them mumbled .
let them grow .

first impressions
fade to the last
w/ only one chance .

electric zizz penetrates through
the tirelessly nurtured noiselessness ,
mucKing my foundation ; I sinK .

stolen words
scream  for my attention ;

but are those words mine ?

regurgitated thievery
that is forever imitating
all that’s been recycled, before .

inspiration whisper / d in a voice not my own .



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