i watch the person sink
you’ don’t observe
you don’t see the emotional curve
you barely blink
keep on pushing
don’t see the crushing
motion, down towards the desk
i want to throw up a cone of silence
with some violence
so you are shocked into shut mouth staring
you are so far beyond caring
you are wearing
us down
you need to relocate
to pick up others
we are here to pick up others
because we are lifting up ourselves
in the act of proving our worth
when we step over
or step around
or do not answer
we diminish ourselves
we don’t want to take responsibility
we are embarassed by our lack of means
we erect screens
our mask for social situations
it’s a failure
collapse into slow maps
the dominoes are late
their resting mass and resting state
measured in their arrived at weight
and at that point we contemplate
how to move forward past the arrest
the day drained of zest
we are trying our best
but our failure must be confessed
we set the rally up in frozen image held
expected motion through time and space
but once we saw the first one felled
the notion of perfection set to erase
sometimes we need to witness the collapse
to understand the concrete of slow maps
it looks like a work of art
the colouring of an arrested heart
our cocoon so bright
you are not listening
to the room full of mirrors
you are looking for yourself
and ignoring the echoes
you walk around casting light
to blind your eyes
and throw all else in shadow
so you can glory in your blindness
some people think they are in
a conversation
but the dots do not connect
and they are chained in the broken links
how many mirages?
things wait
in piles things wait
paused chaos
incomplete actions magnetised
a small chaotic dream
swirling around
the centre of itself
hung under a question mark
and everything falls
gravity sweeping in
taking everything over
and rearranging
what has been set to be rearranged
the template in a box inside a mirror revealing nothing
that template way of talking
that flogs a dead horse
that ticks a box
for you
and only you
and never the other dancer
who chooses to sit this one out
what does it aim for?
a spotlight for you
a mirror for you
a target for me
it’s never a conversation
you are mistaken
what are you really creating?
you would not find it devastating
because you are contemplating
your navel
spinning
i travelled in a circle
pinned to the vortex of your logic
spinning around
until i am dizzy and bad tempered
and i leave and escape the orbit
and i’m reminded
that this spin cycle
didn’t get anything clean before
viewed amid rude
choice buckles
under weight of circumstance
in the spheres in which you don’t choose
but which you flow through
rude to a point can exclude
what should be viewed
as a chance to learn
but the person who refuses to return
the politeness you issued forth
is of course
not interested in you as a source
of anything
so you should bring
it to a close, either light or dark
and not let it extinguish your spark
and the balance between
i am an ear
sometimes i choose to be a mouth
because the mind that drives both thinks
but the space
needs to be a receptive one
so the ear needs to be paramount
you think it’s silence
because you aren’t listening
and you are speaking with no reception
inflow
outflow
and the balance between
my granular day
another migraine day
painted blank
spent in bed
with an empty head
it doesn’t do anything
for anyone
it empties the week
kills momentum
in the clutch
of broken trust
it sows seeds
from a thousand wounds the perception bleeds
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