Patterns

lining up allegiance and reasoning
It falls apart,
but someone has to pick up the pieces,
like they always do
Even shattered glass was once a window,
we looked through it together and apart
Day after day – why be surprised?
I’ve never been able to fill in the gaps
Eight years on,
the gap is widened
Moment after moment
Hot and cold
Turned on and turned off
Hissing, Pissing, and Buzzing
The circulation is speaking volumes
on what is stuck in your brain
The air is thick and splitting
with all vague analogies
They’re vague because I do know
that we’ve heard them all before
Every day is vague
so you can just get used to it
Stuck on our tongues and buried,
hanging around in the air
Released and snatched away
to consume and call your own
Retreads like an escalator,
on up to the next floor
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