do.
walk through fire
take all the daggers
yes, swallow these and all knives, my flesh a mouth, a tongue, a throat, i would ingest them all
i would assume every blow.
...and i cannot be the only one. and i know that now, you who i looked to to know what should be done, you are waiting for me. because i am the one who does not know how to be broken, i am the one who was fed on wholeness.
yet i feel i was the one who failed, who broke everything, who ripped apart what was imperfect maybe, but who refused and tore and broke down and shuddered under the weight of ... everything exterior which rested on top as a counterpoint to any euphoria stemming from that theretofore unmanifest ...
how can the earthquake fix the gap between tectonic plates?
shake this one down some more, keep kicking down your door until you decide to lock it or move or keep it open or at the very least give an extra set of keys, shiver the earth off the grave you keep trying to dig, shiver the earth into the gap, the crevasse, the exposed fault
i am full of exposed faults
can you hang on
while i am always shaking?
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