Mentally choking on paranoid covers,
No matter where I am, everything is next.
The corners leap out— one after another,
Trapping the resolve in its reckoning hex.
Unfolding like slabs of sidewalk before me,
Briskly walking through billows of fret,
A thousand eyes so brash and stormy;
The houses awry with windows in debt.
Turning my head would chisel the cracks;
For taking the...
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