I lead my plastic lungs to mirrors when they need to laugh. face the stranger's crooked teeth: horror movie monster or unwanted frame with a name. this is who you wake for. follow blueprints with a pulse that scares away my dreams. in crossing cardboard bridges I only pray for rain. when it comes I fall like snow in silence into water. cold and safe, in gentle motion. cradled by the river between now and then forever.
the algorithm drags me face down through the Styx. I'll scout new lows from the surface: missed calls and quiet masochism, fear of life or dentists. watch the future burn and men in suits start crying wolf too late. there's always more to run from and check out of present tense. I'll show you on my phone.
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