The Mortician
So, this is it then, no Borealis
How abysmal the beginning is
After that climax of wondering
Comes just this, this replica.
Thoughts keep me company, still yet
Make all the memories go, go, go!
Incessant replays with constant reverb
Strike the fork and see where it bounces
I think my skin is gone now, mostly
Still I feel it crawling not away but towards
I’m not alone in this carcass, but who, what
Who talks to me with a steady voice , a mothers tone
Never calming, stirring up old feelings
Inertia with no stomach, spinning, blurred
STOP. Calmness, Easiness, alien
Embrace, break, let go, slip away, start over
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