the young, restless mind

It’s that time again
for the savage descent
into rabid unleashing
of rascal new sense.

You wake and are broken
and around and around
this mind you’re a pinball
with the repetitive sound.

To the ground you’re a master
that paces and pulls
and the faces you pull
speak of telephone calls.

Make way for a monster
I’ve drawn on the ground
in dust with my pacing;
germinate with each pound.


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