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Chair Car - Edward Hopper
exposed and heart beating,
in the quiet of the hum.
every thought bounces off the walls,
ricochet, causing my stillness.
nothing beyond this space,
inertia tells me so.
when it's all too neat, we can't make a mess.
maybe the height of the ceiling will absorb my excess.
let me travel, leave behind judgemental eyes -
not far from here I'm freed,
to be lost within the comfort of the words, "it's all ok...,"
sink into the peacefulness of acceptance.
there's a truth so plain, it's framed in light,
and it's the fact there's nothing wrong.
yet I move along inside this container,
never experiencing a breeze.
one day, I'll relax my shoulders.
there will be a place to rest my head.
"there's nothing wrong," I tell myself.
I could get off any minute and walk.
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Di11y Da11y
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