foo

it swims around
inside my head
it soars until my
ears bleed

snatch my
brain stem from
the base of
my skull
set it alight
to scour the
darkest corners

it brings me
peace through
measures of
cacophony
cooling my
thoughts

— GB

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two things

two things that go around and around
always pull apart from each other
when no one is looking,
poking sticks at conformity,
edges rolling under

that is the way we shall
explain what happened to us,
a quiet unravelling
of something right,
expected to be,
dissolving,
ashes
to dust

— GB