Drifting. The shallow breath before one falls asleep. dreams of rocket bikes the color of yams. of sitting in basements i once knew. the past a monolith, a tyrannosaurus. Current state equivalent to "the sound of dripping" drip free falling. a tear drop, crashing, then collecting itself again. it found shelter within the cracks of the floor.
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flash, and its gone
what remains is the feeling
gut strained with laugher
muscles ache with the day
your rest can melt you into the feathers and stardust that collects in the cracks in your mind
leaking out into the world
filling the sky full of stars
this is my brain goo - just for you!
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