so really why bother
there's nothing undercollar but apologies
things fall apart
for a start and what's more
the floor keeps falling
the kettle keeps calling and the red door's black
collapse the air in a staring contest
I'll see myself out
doubts too slippery to pocket
unlocked sockets and the shock that overwhelms
the current that seeks forgiveness
the flow afraid to stop
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