Guitar belly
faced by pillows
toes and fillings.
feelings are notes
born from it
bellowing out into the early morn.
afghan blanket forests
and paper airplane rescue missions
for the sake of quenching this desire
to relieve this tension
to receive these gifts
bound in broken mirror and nameless tags.
certain death awaits us all
and so does living loneliness and dispair.
the trick is to find a crowded understatement
and make it your anthem.
give it space to grow and be honest
and it will give back to you in notoriety.
all good things will be multiplied infinitely
by those that encounter them.
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