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plain, white sheet
a canvas for my thoughts
with lines dancing and entangling themselves
in a sort of sexual exploration,
erect with excitement.
the sheet becomes glass
and lines become cracks —
fractures beginning subtly
but erupting into
violent clashes
with word
and thought
and (literary) device
a musical interlude into the (soul)
and random pauses dotting where
thoughts could've
exploded
but where meaningless creates its home.
the focal point
a
single
point of reference,
my fist meeting glass
(and the splinters finding paths to the edges from this point)
i find to be most entertaining
'cause it fucks your mind up
to look at it —
my words piercing through the next
as if to create meaning
void of meaning
but eyes leave pages
grasping for self and familiar things
only to find alien experiences —
words becoming experiences
each vein cutting through the glass
becoming yet another
fucking
thought to throw our minds around
which makes us more alive
— fracture
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