I’ve been watching the ember of my cig dim
for more than a week, for now
and how it screams as it dies down.
My head is a messy turbulence,
and my heart is a careless one
for it beats lavishly
for something abstruse and unknown.
My head may not know
how to stop my hand
from keep hitting itself.
But it surely knows
how to choke my heart
to stop burning itself.
But may wits never get
his chance for its triumph,
so we can sit
and watch my heart dim
and how it screams as it dies down.
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