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[thisisclever]

i'm having trouble organizing my brain at the moment

1) this topic is tired
but the flow is never any less potent
welcomed into brilliant minds
it forges facades with broken cells
leaving behind only broken thoughts
and a trail of enzymes in the trash
i hope you had fun

2) this problem is not my own
but still i hear a silent plea
for empty hours that do not exist
in a structured midst of chaos
atlas's imposter shakes
under his impossible weight
i wish it were my own

3) this is insignificant
this fluctuation from chink to chasm
one hour erases treacherous weeks
one word dispels the silence
i woke up in the middle of
the deadest winter night
but i can see the sun