telegraphic instinct

shaking through the floors

numbness taking over my skin

a loss of perfection

a loss of idealization

stop the heartbeat and take a second step

chemicals lost inside my head

an arrow splintering the details

a cause for alarm

a cause to disarm

ingest years and years from your veins

diffuse the crisis left hanging from your eyes

brace my back with window panes

crack every outcome like determination

look through the floating horsemen

run the bay to find you upside-down

every color carved through the wooden trunks

ageless color

shake the hidden truth from each branch

can I find you when I turn away?

can I find you through every horses’ step?

my madness, my true instinct

my illusion, lost in delusion

gallop against the sand pressing so far against your skin

jump through the carriage tumbling clear into your heart

telegraphic instinct

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