soft eyed and tangled
trailing stars that
keep outrunning
and swelling
right through my hands
told me it was gonna happen
but you know how sometimes
hope will saunter in front of the concrete
and shake a distraction
waiting for head to hit rock
and whistle back through the air
in a gorgeous little whiplash
and you can punctuate with song
"told ya so"
and I can sigh
back at the bottom of this
sitting,
twiddling thumbs in
rising blood
have fun dancing, y'all
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