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Spaghetti knots

interior decorating

i do not know this ceiling

which hides the rotting peach sky

being eaten alive outside by bloodless clouds

in a today that is tomorrow’s yesterday

though it was no better then either

even as others with empty mouths

will butter praise

on those days where there was no worry

for the days that would come cooing

and the ones

that wouldn’t too

like now in how did i get here whispering

to the patterns of me that i can sometimes recognize

after writing all the poetry and knowing there must be more

for i am still still and seeing cities contained in puddles

that i will soon step on to make it downtown

in a hurry always a hurry

to buildings that look like all the others

with me blitzed in their blurry reflection

spent again from the in between of a floor and a roof

and the peachy horizon being torn inside out once more

splattered and mutilated with people not noticing

for they are moving on

to move on in lovelessness and loveliness

and whatever is left

during a relentless struggle

against the night that will never end

and a light that will

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About kacperniburski

I am searching for something in between the letters.

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