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The Nerves Themselves

A Poem

Photo by Jr Korpa on Unsplash

Eyes swallow what they can before distortion kicks in, muddies up the waters — spouting relief…it goes a minute before changing back into scared nerve firing sheathless neurosis cells claiming no refugee status just war on skin on frame on life without — then start to

circle wagons again — from immanent departure to can’tfuckingwaittillyougo meanings and twisting camera daggers with…

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