but when i concentrate, i can't seperate them
there are no lines just creases & turbulence.
you are restless.
for eons you've been sitting there,
waiting, for what?
you can tear down cities &
capture hearts, you are the mouth of god &
the grave of brave silent men.
you don't need to climb cliffs, you just
tear them down.
you are the path of best fit &
you never have to climb.
just content to sit there below all of us,
above the crust.
swallow me whole,
when i am old
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