i wake in the middle of a sentence
words coiled around my neck
each breath a question mark
looped and knotted
in mirrors, i see
reflections spiraling inward
a helix of almosts
cracks and dents, broken glass
and never agains
the floor tilts
beneath steps retraced
paths folding into themselves
like origami regrets
i speak in circles
language bending back
twisting beside
worlds intertwined
a lose in the curvature
hands reach out
fingers entwined
thin air
grasping at the edges
of a moment that slips
time doesn’t pass
it loops
a carousel of echoes
spinning without music
i am the knot
tied by unseen hands
pulled tighter
with each attempt to loosen
we deflect in hope
we lose ourselves in dire
i repeat until i insist
bad things end
good things ride
lyrics twist
like midnight around clocks
on the edge of southern
and to love without regret
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