Words out of Reach

In the bounds of my mind

Riddles run

Thick, thick, dark, dark, lines

Full of irregularity,

Amid all the bewildering words

Should it evolve out my mouth?

Into sounds, words

Call out to you, you

Could see

Discover what is wicked.

If I was to fly, fly high

Above that bundle of cloud

See what sets above them

Hiding from me, witness.

It’s only a dream, a thought

A pulled seam, string

I talk with bitter, shit

Don’t leave.

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