sorry loss
and stupid dross
go hibbling and bibbling,
bouncing through the sleepy fog
of madness.
catch a wisp
hatch a kiss
and run around in circles
it is lost 'mongst the cliffs
and vipers.
run baby run
lest they stilt up and catch you
the rats have grown wings
and you are still broken
and drunk.
can collapse be granted?
can the fall be taken?
can we walk and drop and scream
and go insane
and go insane
and go-
(sigh) insane.
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