Restless
Restless is my mind that wanders and gathers no moss but memories,
and restless is my hampered heart with its manic metronome.
Restless are my legs that move their own magic daring to be disassociated from
the rest of me, involuntarily involving me in incessant energetic episodes
My random attention remains as it has no rest,
no regularity
no recourse
no remedy
no refrain
to resolve
these redundant motions and movement that maintain
me.
Restless is my rage that remains, electric energy emanating internally and
evolving into pure restless empty endless
emotions
Really really restless
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