Will it last? You'll be here by
the time I return? Yes, and forget the
cracks in the land between us, remember
that transformation is chaotic and
when you were young, because fear was
only an afterthought. It's all gotta
break, some pistachio shells, you know?
Lets just keep it that way.
Prying fingernail persistence. It all
has to break because it doesn't work when
you leap that way, landing flat slap of momentary
steel against steel, gut rocket breath
and we'd always be fighting for air.
Break it yourself, shift, I've been
broken for a while, but I tiled a walkway to
my center and you've been walking it
ever since.
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