Snail On My Soul (#124)

The snail on my soul leaves trails of slime
Eliciting addictions
Activating routines
As I fail spectacularly
As I gain the fragment of an inch
Wishing and hoping
Shifting the slow wagon through districts
Calibrate again
I’m sorry for how drawn out this has been
I’m letting you down, us down
An immediate future, perhaps in opposites
We bawled on the highway and it was delicious
All too brief


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