Swallowing Anxiety Implodes the Light Sockets
This frenzy of feeling
this pull of hindsight
is bursting in optics
resounding in light
at the tip of a porcupine
centered explosion
this frenzy of feeling
internal implosion
This fanatic fancy
this race to be found
is shooting star tonguing
and silent of sound
at the tip of the mouth
on the verge of a thought
this fanatic fancy
can never be caught
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