when the words don't fall

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life

when the words do not fall

i

know the need is certain however

my once able ness to speak

crawls in infancy yet,

i

cry like normal people now.

i

give my lexis to space and memory

and yet I forget my keys daily and even still

i

try to rekindle the broken wicks

in my mind in one sedentary,

Herculean moment of solitude. Then

i

feel the cruel servitude of my effort

waning, wondering rolling then

waning, wondering and rolling again

leaving my arrogance underneath.

i

am not much use to me

or you in this shell. i am no longer supernatural

like before

i am normal people now.