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theres a gordian knot in my chest and nobodys got the sword, we all look at each other when the lights are out, accusing, and when the snow falls the rope tightens, nooses/silk pleasure/pain, and we all look at each other when the sun goes down, pleading. what do you say when theres nothing you can say, when you cant say anything, when anything that could be said is certain it will come out wrong so it might as well not bother. ive never felt anything in my life. the knot tightens. the lights are clap on clap off clap to the beat move your body to the melody or itll all fall apart, so you twist and you turn like your life depends on it and dont think about the headlights, dont think about whats just beyond the bend, and i need a minute just a minute, cant i catch my breath? and youre too far up the trail to hear me, you were supposed to be behind me thats how this works, dont you know? how couldnt you know? but there are breadcrumbs on the path, a lonely string leading me home. leading me back to you. the headlights are closer now. lead me home.

nurse j