A Yawn Worth Yelling Fever
They said, "it takes a thousand years to make a single word."
So I wasted no time in unlearning the one isolating application ^^of each-noun and verb
They told me "we are creatures constantly starving to death
Weeping to grow, growing to age
Breathing which ripens
Us with every breath. "
Nothing lasts and nothing leaves us
We pass on as light dressed up as fire
Life will last if it relieves us
But I observe as a rock underwater, current churning around me
And as it swims around me
I can adapt quietly
And the more I remain motionless
The more I realize it's for the best
And as the flow goes toward me
I stand firm resolutely
For I can glean no rest
From swimming with the rest
I'm the rattling chains of the change
In my pocket, which lines my every inch, every bone
And i have grown ten years in growing up for several months alone
If you can somehow connect to me
I am no longer unique
And if anyone speaks through me
I lose sight of what I seek
I look in the mirror
Jaw jutted, mouth bleating
My hand holds my heart
In hopes that it's beating
We lose our sight to the 3am fever
