hush and porous

The rush is hush
and so, its the rush
chase it
in its black coal eyes
chase it down the quiet
chase it till i reach the end
a cliff, a black gaping pit, a mere wall
slowing down against gravity
still a rush

my mind, the feelings in my gut grabs on to, they surface up
into my mind, makes everything seem shallow !
It rises above but i like the depths, i like my gut
my mind is a party pooper ! It knows and doesnt give a shit


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