After a while you get used
to breaking things even if
you never intended to
primarily or at all:
you even develop a sort of
taste for the disintegration
of atoms which becomes
a massive wreck leavings & lefts,
of spinnings & spills that you
hadn't even noticed until you caught
yourself singing words you should
have never sang, dancing in the
wreckage on top of a pile of bones
& ready to throw yourself out.
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