huh, lack of care, enthusiasm, lose of vitality, no excitement,
no drama, no dreams, when love goes astray, really, that important?
so integral, so much so little it is the centerpoint, and losing
faith in that, in something once held up to a god like status,
belief structures collapsing down around my cut locks of hair,
strength ebbing, pillars collapsing, can't tell if they're
ionian or corinthian, or something inbetween, like or, but
if, and when, and dreams fall down, do dreamers pick them up?
angels tread, must be good in rainy conditions, or through powder
since they'd be light as a feather, but between, understood,
lost and forgotten, carries over, no light in my eyes, no fire
down below, no jump in my step, no tippy tippy toes. and
so it goes, and so it goes.
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