in most things
stay weird i say
just stay
i haven't assessed this yet
29
twenty nine
XXIX
what a fuck all of a year
and its not yet over yet
it still has its claws deep in my back
nestled in the small space
between my shoulder blades
weighing on my arms
and sending shocks down my spine
whenever it sees fit
the pulse has changed though
rather than skipping beats
my heart soars and settles
with the fervent passion
of a post rock guitarist
gone from strumming one chord
for 10 minutes
to alternate picking
some glorious delayed melody
deeper wounds have cauterized
than XXIX could hope to rain down
on my unsuspecting shoulders
my soul
resembles the landscape of a knife fighter
but my heart
still it soars
stay weird i say
or
at least
just stay
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