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My heart is beating right out of my chest. I’m struggling to breathe, but I can’t ever rest. Stopping for just a moment, just to catch my breath, Would only result in my untimely death. If I keep on running, then someday I’ll reach the ends of this earth. Will I ever reach the moment where I finally find worth? I’m too focused on this road, I can’t see the danger that surrounds me, Everything that really matters all stands where I can’t see. I want to rip these useless cords out of my throat. Break the bones in my hands so I can’t write another note. Shatter my skull and leave my brain out to bleed, Release this heavy body, let my soul be freed. Stuck on an infinite loop of self-destruction, Somebody press ctrl+c so I can stop it. I often feel confused and entirely overwhelmed, My thoughts spin round and round like a nightmarish carousel. Locked onto this raceway, forced to loop this track forever. Lost on the meaning of this near-useless endeavor. I can feel the stress eating

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Glimpses by Amy McFate My lowered eyelids shield me from the brilliant blinding Sun, eyes eclipse and then reveal hints of other chthonic ones- moons of another substratum of orbiting life and death around the ancient pulsing cradle of infant nothingness who gives the sky painter crayons the color of wine and blood and fire and gives water the sound of laughter and sibylline lyrics to feral choirs. The arcane world is visible in unacknowledged epiphanies or with the lidless eyes of the enlightened and the insane. It dances in the supplicant palms of shadowed infancy searching with the eyes of a children asleep in neverending rain.