Never ending coil
wrapped and wired around
closing in on tiny throats
barren, wasted questioning
Will it do? Will it do?
forever for you

No. It never do
in a fix
in lieu
Gripe and groan
down down down

What is said? What is repeated?
Will it do? Will I do?
Rarely does fire bleed
for its ashes
or my smile convince
a kneading
found in few words

Will I do in two?
separate, askew
drive all fours sunk
deeper; drown
take my breath away
and leave no mark

Let this overgrowth
away, away
face down drifter
water weight
heavy on my heart
but I shall hear its echo once more

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