Take a Grip
take a grip from fingertips
such brutal source
weaving from course
nature stands beside walls
holding up what has yet to fall
still my mind feels persuaded
though all thoughts are jaded
distance has been lead astray
space between learns to sway
circumstances swallow lines
nothing left to walk but time
now at the end of its leash
preparing for the feast
no scraps have been left behind
only hunger on the mind
perhaps
blind
am
i
another
fake sip
take a grip
...
..
.
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