end is dead,
and that's what we loathed.
the shift & the fluid feels so
sandy &
unsafe.
but then the concrete & its rough
feels so ragged
& makes our art bleed.
why are eyes so lopsided
& we miss it?
i guess free means shift
& it gets locked when we
love solid.
i need to toe dip
& lose myself in the float.
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