• i would like very much to
      • live in a small hole in the ground
      • like a mole
      • a small hole
      • for an even smaller mole
      • maybe dug into the side of a hill
      • and i will close off the entrance
      • to keep out the chill of the winters,
      • heat of the summers
      • no one would know, but please tell my mother
      • i’m sorry, i’m sorry
      • but it had to be done
      • because when you can’t run from the
      • invisible weight of the world
      • teetering on your shoulder blades
      • just smother yourself with dirt
      • bury yourself alive
      • so at least then you know where the
      • suffocation is coming from
      • because when i can feel my stomach
      • being pulled out through my lips
      • and forced back down again
      • whenever its decided so
      • i’d at least like to know
      • who’s responsible
      • so i can thank them for giving me
      • a gag reflex crafted from steel
      • and the artistry to construct a
      • creative, well-rounded list of a thousand and one
      • ways i could die
      • i’ve learned that when fire and ice combine
      • they don’t divide,
      • they multiply
      • two extremes don’t cancel
      • they intensify
      • and yes there’s something
      • bringing the cold
      • but oh i bring the burn
      • if i was a mole
      • in the side of a hill i wouldn’t
      • seek that same masochistic thrill that
      • keeps my human heart humming
      • human mind numbing
      • someone please help me, i think i’m becoming
      • insignificant again
      • that’s the third time today
      • a mole wouldn’t cry when
      • asked of its day
      • when i was little i was told
      • i had an excellent imagination
      • who ever would have guessed
      • i’d use it in the creation
      • of my own personal hell
      • where everything’s my fault
      • and no matter how small i get
      • i always take up too much space
      • while at the same time taking up
      • no space
      • because have you ever thought about
      • how big space is
      • everyone’s so small
      • but i’m the biggest small of them all
      • not if i was a mole in the side of a hill
      • with neither the heat
      • nor the chill
      • it’s quiet
      • and cosy
      • but really, that’s silly and
      • i don’t suppose we
      • could come to some sort of agreement
      • for there’s lives to be lived
      • business to conduct
      • there’s moments to experience
      • and there’s nothing to discuss
      • things to think too much
      • everything to think too much
      • i always think too much
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