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over standing looking
over the landing
pouring down uranium
high octane titanium
splatters of gray matter
cloudy shaded covering
don’t need a following
in case I go to the edge
don’t need no one behind me
To push me off
You might say I’m too
Paranoid what you don’t know
Is I’ve been push before
To know it don’t matter
How much it hurts
How you land is all
That counts in the fall
Crashing against a wall
Crushed between two
Stones hard to avoid
Fractures and Broken bones
Healing takes time
Like winding a ball of
Yarn to crochet the day
Away all tilling no play
Tricked into staying too long
Enough time to write
Another poem a bout
Saying less and listening
While picking up on
Acoustic sounds waves
