Haven’t got it in me just now let it out to play and it never came back I’m cracked from the head up and there’s a scattering of brains somewhere out there with my name on them I’ve got to get it back in got to keep in touch with what matters not the shattering of sounds on my ears or the glare of light slicing into my eyes soft and tender and raw the pounding astounds listeners of whom there are none since there’s nothing to be done but crawl into the dark curl into a spiral a shell of myself dream toward health toward sleep dive into deep waters and swim painfirst into the quiet river let it all be washed away to wake up on some distant shore cured and cooled with sunwarmed cheeks
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