some moments
in the
day
I want
to give in
to the
sickness
and let it
take it's course
make it's mark
though
there are greater
moments
in the day
in the hours
of the minutes
I shift my
body higher
somewhere
else
and I have
not let it
run me over
and there
is some
kind of
transcendental
power
which eats away
some of the
moments
that try to
frighten me
there is urgency
in turning away
for
I don't
have room
for them
to shift me low
in the
day
I want
to give in
to the
sickness
and let it
take it's course
make it's mark
though
there are greater
moments
in the day
in the hours
of the minutes
I shift my
body higher
somewhere
else
and I have
not let it
run me over
and there
is some
kind of
transcendental
power
which eats away
some of the
moments
that try to
frighten me
there is urgency
in turning away
for
I don't
have room
for them
to shift me low
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