stuff

so my stuff around this was not supported it was left
to rip in the wind of your revelation i couldn't help it
being unsupported unanchored i came loose and attacked
the stuff which was attacking my stuff i haven't got clear
responses to this stuff it makes me out of shape it throws
me back at myself my longing my past you know how stuff
works to disassemble your damn heart & so you (now
unsupported) did the same & soon we were in that place
where everyone speaks a different language as we all fall
together back to shrieks and grunts on the forest floor
with not even a bright canopy to lift us from our own arses
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