Talk Ketten
Talk is not what I want right now,
now I have reached a precipice.
Precipice that can’t stay quiet,
quiet amped and tangled in talk.
Talk left knotted simply circles,
circles then loops over again.
Again we’ve come to a stalemate,
stalemate that disintegrates talk.
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