Pounding, a resource of sound, however, to echo
in hallow and swallow, falling apart untwine to
breakthrough, it might've been hard, oversize
balance, you've don't to be trapped inside of it
constantly, crawling by bare naked hand, knock
on your fisted feet, untwisted to shift like a one
maze, nothing to scare and nightmare, minded
brain filled with bricks, cannot breathe
in and out, this is not your cemetery, this is not
your curse unaware, the solid heart cannot move
an inch, you won't flinch
Written by
Michael James Brindley
4-19-19
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