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paper heads and plasticine tears.
photographed heads their
hearts in their throats,
fish-hooked to keep them from
floating away
(light-headed heads).
[heads] with glazed eyes and necks going nowhere,
[heads] keeping from colliding by automated swerving,
[heads] ducking, sliding, twirling.
[heads] only knowing only, only where they're going,
[heads] trailing drifting clouds of dandruff sparkling.
talking, flying, busy heads,
hard and shining, brand new heads.
immortal, waveless heads,
I see them everywhere.
[headless?]
been looking and searching for the place that thoughts come from
it's all been said it's all been thought
it's all been a sunbeam & is now so overdone
i just don't work anymore
i just don't understand how anyone can work
everyone dances just like me and everyone's mind is just like mine
all the things which amaze me just
silly simple sickly things that i otherwise wouldn't see
if i were my old me
i guess i once was a sunbeam but i'm now so overdone
but i can't just change i simply rerun
so i try too hard i try and try and try too hard am trying so
i am too hard & everything i do it's all so
trying
i can't walk through glass & i can't just not
it's over and done
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