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Odd Fit |
There is this odd need I see,
to keep abreast of everything
to be on top of everything
to know all that is going on
as much as your cognitive process allows
as much as your brain will maintain
as much as your senses can take
as much as your body can hold
as much as you are capable
as much,
but it has to be much
it has to be very much
of everything possible
it has to be much
of everything out there,
no matter how it will just drown,
no matter how it will drown your senses
of anything that’s going on inside you.
There is this warranting urgency
urging you on to suffuse
urging you on to refuse
to listen to whatever’s on inside
I hate it.
In, take it in
take in from the outside
in take it in, hold it in as much
as you can, in as much
in much, it has to be very much
or else you are not worth shit to them
it has to be much, very much
so you can regurgitate their own
garbage all over again
it has to be much
very much
so that every nuance you make
is old news
fitting just fitting in
fit in as much as you can hold
fit in the grove to soothe
their warranting urgency
beckoning you to belong
beckoning you to belong in
belong in it as much
as you can possibly hold on
to nothing that is ever your own.
copyright 1998
Carmen
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