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Spaghetti knots

The story of a lifetime

I’ve been trying

to read the story of my life

but there’s no arc

the plots random and unknown

the characters aren’t very liked or agreeable

and whoever the author was,

they piled on some terrible tragedies

like racism and blizzards and tight tank tops

that haven’t been solved by the 23rd sequel

but that keep going and going

with identical words on wrinkled pages

that need to be stretched and dried

to be read

one word by one word by one breath

until both end

with blankness foreshadowing the whole

like winter snow whispered in summer

or the tight tank top that rips in a roar

leaving me bare and depraved

without a reason explaining it all


I am having the same conversation

with different people

and it goes like this:

I am having the same conversation

with different people

and it doesn’t go

farther than this


Where did all these people

come from

with their clothes unfit

hair undone

eyes lost and looking

alone in their pairing

as they meet yours



coloured but unmoving

then going off elsewhere

for the quiet in between was just noise

from what there is

which is you

and where did you

come from

About kacperniburski

I am searching for something in between the letters. Follow my wordpress or my IG (@_kenkan)


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