Bouncing off spectrums
refracting light
in the shadows and
back and again
Crumpled paper
in a heap
in the corner
like a stack of lost hopes
in numbers and odds
down to exact times
cuttings
remnants
made anew
the vibrations coursing
through my aching bones
my spine and wrist
scratches against the hairless
skin
falling out all over the floor
picking up the scraps
and throwing them away
to end up in some other form
and it starts all over again
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