It’s getting colder
The bed is sinking deeper
It’s a higher climb that takes more time
2 hours later and this bird misses the worm
The same 2 hours it took to beat the entire sun
To feel ahead of entropy
To feel superhuman
That me is slipping,
The projector is skipping
Time is missing.
Dreams are overwriting reality
The hallucination squad has regained strength
It pins me down and pushes back the border I’ve fought for
Mining more life and grinding it down
Cashing in and stashing the sand in
the the bags that were under my eyes and out of sight
But now that they are filling it couldn’t be more obvious
that my ability to fly
was based on unsustainable lightness
I’m feeling weight
hopefully it’s not to late
to be a perfect person
before winter

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Regimen, schedule, plan, plant live laugh love road signs along the path to the deadline, to make sure you get there…

You will get there 😉💀

Wake up at 10am compelled to stretch, yawn inside out, who dreamed that, was it me? I think I’d like to see it on the other side of my eyeballs. Cool lets do it. Oh there’s no time! No time! No time! I should probably start a regimen so I can make the me that feels less itchy than the clothes I slept in before time peels it off.

time will peel it all off…

Yawn.

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You do and they see and they say and you hear and you wear it.
They see a small part in short time and toss full clothes and you hate them.
You spot patches of joy from smiles in corners of rooms reflecting your image and you love them.
You stretch and you pull and you patch the good fractions of happy moments in others eyes of your actions into fabrics
And you sew a new pair of clothes to wear and swear you will never out grow them.

But you do and they see and they say and you don’t hear because your clothes don’t have enough holes through which to notice.

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Alex Ezorsky

Alex Ezorsky

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Just another blob of flesh spitting out brain spawn in the face of death.