How My Mind Works Again
I have inhibitions.
But the dresser drawer collapses on top of me too.
Then I escape trying to explain.
That’s what it is, explaining, extrapolating.
Into crumbs and they don’t believe the crumbs.
I am the eclipse!
That just passes by once or twice.
And when it happens, it is another explanation of the sky.
Then drifts off before…
The sun appears.
I have inhibitions usually.
Clanging against me like metal flower petals.
They don’t believe in crumbs.
Until they change too.
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