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

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porous

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