with music, as if running away needs its own track
what lies you have gifted yourself the chance to trust
with silence, you greet the day
for the lack of noise can clear what remains of the eclipse in you
lunar, a temperamental evening
with art, you evade coming to terms with your smile
they call it survival's guilt
this compelling need to redesign yourself
with all this movement
will there be stillness? I hear you ask
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