I stammer
every single time they ask, so
now I just stay home and stare,
rain falls and keeps
falling, small rhythms building until
the sudden stop, we confuse sunlight
with progress, don't seem to know
how it's circles upon
globs, no end, there is a sad
freedom in living without a harbor,
we all feel it, there is so much
to feel frightened about,
but most of all,
you've got to have something
to say about whatever it is
that you're doing,
and maybe we
don't
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