Obsessive Rhythms

Oh Christ, I'm doing it again.

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I am falling through the seasons.

Slipping on strong legs, sliding through

The flaming colors of autumn into a pit of glass,

Into the frozen revelation that this is happening again.

The madness hums inside me and if I open my mouth

On this clear December night, I can hear the buzz.

I cannot peel it from me because the frost

Has already crept across my roots.

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I can't back out of this feeling,

This obsessive bending of reality.

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There is a knot inside of me unyielding to reality.

I can taste the shadows of your room and see

The way they gather in your throat like

Secrets, clinging and cloying, a stain

On the crispness of a scent that's lodged

In the endless caverns of these sparse thoughts.

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But I can taste you there

In the obsession rhythms

Of a novel kind of madness.