wants balance
feels like crawling into some kind of den
away from eyes and invitation
whittle it down
rest in peace
we're all so beautiful
we're all too beautiful
and misunderstood
let's get one thing straight:
mobius strip paradox
how can we ever judge?
aren't we all responsible?
probably capable. may or may not.
we're all just army crawling
through another fast decade
fingernails clawing new terrors
toward some distant answer
to a familiar longing
possible to gesture toward
impossible to name
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