spilt on the floor
no longer to drink
no meaning to be
focus, and see
straighten the bent
and crawl to the sea,
crazed and inflamed
the aching and screaming
will no longer be.
But there will be empty
there will be shame
embedded in dirt,
these predisposed flowers,
the desolate,
will only remain.
focus, and see
in the moment,
in the moment,
you will remember to be
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