runnin' around in circles with a twisted ankle

a perpetual deja~vu lingering in the subconscious, looping a silent warning alarm scream blam blam blam redlights flash flash flash blinding me luring me seducing me into a sense of normality and eternal comfort as old as the past when tis but an crying infant cradled within thy quivering arms you hold and caress least it crumbles into dust you breathe not a single breath

a belated memory?
a twisted fantasy?
an ideal dream in an idealistic world?

does it matter?

yes it does.

but for now, it does not.

... and you run your perpetual cycle within thy fetid mindmuck and pray the sweat turns not into tears ... and you cradle your heart like a newborn infant ... love / nurture / protect
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