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You cut your head on the bedside table. Your temple bled as you were unable to remember the lines of what you were reading about someone deciding to quit speaking.

What i was just reading about someone deciding to quit speaking began to dissolve into my lap as the words gave up their attempts at meaning.

You want to talk about things you won't understand?
Then give me your ears.
Put them in my hands.
Give me your hands.
Put them over my ears so I don't have to hear a thing I say
If it makes me think.

I can't talk about things

The bed at night is a life raft in the ocean of the dark. I hang my hands over the sides, pray to god knows what.

Drifting somewhere in the black air, feeling only the blanket and the weight of the mattress.The mistress of the sheets.

Too many successive nights of being miserable give one the sense to sense the invisible. I know you're in this room but the air is too thick.

The bed at night is a life boat, a throne off which you can't be thrown. I hang my hands and feet over the sides and go into the space of what can never be known.

More than ever it seems true to say
Things won't always be this way
The ways we've thought to get this far
Are as outdated as we are

But I won't change it and neither will you
When what seemed the appropriate are now the wrong things to do
If in every act there's something good

what was once so real now doesn't even exist. and now the memories are going, so just the feelings persist. and what thoughts come back i sometimes try to resist. the last of your strength fell apart first in your fist.

and i had no idea i had any ideas. sometimes i think
i've never thought about anything.

it was warm when you held me, when you dropped down beside me. but i saw your face turn to powder in a year.

and did it do any good to have anyone tell you that things weren't as bad as they had actually become?

It's always this year's gift
Is it ever what I wanted
Was I unhappy living in the past
Has my growth been that stunted
When to be ashamed is to be defined
And all this self awareness
The blind led by the blind
An empty conscience is sensitivity

I told myself to relax and dipped my fingers in hot candle wax.
Then I rolled the wax into a ball
Over an inch wide but one inch tall.
It was lopsided like the earth,

Or my head right after birth.
So I flattened the ball into pancake and thought of better things that I might make.
Every time god makes a fist,