Organic Thoughts

Got Me

get a grip, you're slipping slowly
seeing seasons changing boldly
moving onto moving upwards
falling down the stairwell backwards 
laughing after every step
stopping just to catch my breath
smoke a cigarette
back into the fleeting sense of past

smacking wavelengths and serpants
I'm nervous on purpose
a person 
I'm working

don't bother me

I search inside the opening 
see a place you used to sit and find myself

sitting in it

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