when you’re feelin americana
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Mercury
There’s a sandbox in my head.
I build. I pursue.
Each grain falls through.
Like a great cascade.
Melting away
A year from now, everything you’re stressing about won’t mean anything.
(via words-of-emotion)
Illumine
The smallest corner of a misunderstood document.
It’s all you need to relieve your thoughts.
Embrace a concept.
My eyes burn with realization.
Each working part,
carefully or carelessly evaluated.
I am a small needle.
I search tirelessly for the absolute poles.
Longitude and latitude; a new meaning.
One with unknown depths of recourse.
I cry out in desperation for a transparent outcome.
The louder I get, the tighter my eyes shut.
My bright lights, human and physical, provide visibility.
So quickly discovering just how luminescent they have become.
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