the front of my head seems to exist all unto itself while
all other parts have at least half-way shut down
my eyes are stuck in one ambling position, disinterested in periphery
all else sinks like shit down a pipe
i am cut off
nubs anchoring me to the floor
a true balancing act
i might topple over any second
oh it would be funny
it would be fucking hilarious to fall face first and not even then
know
but i dont topple, i stay put like a sack of clay bricks
waiting for someone, something to move me out of the god damned way
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