like a home run hitter lining up for a bunt
a starling in a midnight sky
you wouldnt know it if the wind passed you by
it builds upon itself like a pile of sand
always falling through the crevices of the builders hand
its hides in the dark
it smiles while in a lark
it draws you in like the ark
and shows you the end is stark
continue, proceed, persist, persevere
its nearly unclear which way to steer
its the broken pick-up in an old mans garage
its the realization that water in the desert is only a mirage
its a barrage of an unending collage about the wrong cause
its every wrong thing youll ever need
it spikes your drink stronger than speed
just out of reach
atop the highest peak
a water balloon with a leak
no words could ever speak
the lie of a century
is the whisper of sanity
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