I offered hope,
the final gleam,
protrusions of my bone
like sediments rafting.
I offered ignorance,
a slick of the tongue,
spitting and spewing nocturnal thoughts
the elbow balances the shades of anger,
with disgust burning like orange lust.
I am walking
I am walking like the moon,
shedding a splinter.
I take this hanging time
and gulp it like a pill,
again and again,
iterative footsteps.
I open my eyes now,
to swallow the feeling of numbness.
an icicle sharp,
unnumbered and undissolved,
moles on my body swell up.
Fever, rage, thirst, migraines.
this is the final stage of observance.
I count the enormous voices,
stranded, circulating and trotting.
olive tears swathed into blood corpuscles.
I am all dissolved now into emptiness.
yet, I am alright
the galloping strides of heartaches
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