What do you do when your chest feels heavy?
When boulders live inside your bones and breast?
What do you do when your legs turn to jelly?
Besides spreading them on toast and canning the rest.
How do you know when the time has come,
after darkness arrives at your door?
When the rhythm of the clock sounds like a drum,
but still you want a little bit more.
Where do you go when your body feels forsaken?
When a crumbling mountain resides in your chest?
How do you freeze the time not yet taken,
while resuming all the rest?
I know that forever was never the deal,
but forever hasn’t come yet,
forever isn’t here.
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