Sleep paralysis
freezes analysis
internal organs tied in knots
wishful drinking
to stop from thinking
about why I'm here and you're not
gravity stalls
at the top of waterfalls
I think I heard a shot
it didn't go in
I'll never win
until new iron is wrought
ridin' high on the 605
feelings never caught
or even contained within the brain
despite the amount of thought
all the gray matter on the same platter
gets madder when rain splatters
provokes clatter and chokes laughter
hereafter
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