Empty the vessel and let the waters still.
Transitions
There is a specific voice I hear as I read these words.
Inner monologue reverberating in concave spaces.
Caught between influence and imitation;
between admiration and devotion.
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Rusted iron moves slowly at best.
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Do fish frozen in a river die?
Do their bodies rot and float downstream in the thaw?
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Black Winter
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Whose mask am I wearing?
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Dumb Dumb Dumb
the voice doesn't work
it doesn't work
chords frozen
still
it doesn't work
it won't work
Dumb Dumb Dumb
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In case I love you
please turn away.
Leave.
Forget me.
Forget everything.
In case you love me back
come to me.
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