?/?/2023

A poem

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my thoughts await me
somewhere beyond the horizon
i wish they would trickle down
between the cracks of my mind
i get stuck within
it can be warm there
tucked within my cortex 
hugged by the images and noise
the water is shallow there
a pool for children to stomp around in
everything at once becomes me
and i lay down to breath it in
trying to escape the teeth of the cold little box that i keep between my pointer fingers and my thumbs
sparkling, the glass molds into me
and i remember i have forgotten