Sprinters To your mark
she rolled her eyes
Are you talking to me?
I am
Im about to go off briefly
You’re warning me.
But a wee interruption
Okay. I’ve been warned.
Whacha got?
Meek creed screed weak seed
Es E
Easy?
Jah
Was gifted me
Who’d gift that?
Me When the gun sounded the words rancross the
insides of my eyelids
Im sharin so not to suffer alone
You want me to make something of . . .
how’s that again? Meek . . . something something something
Something
Meek creed screed weak seed
It does make sense when you think about it
Closed my eyes
Then across your eyelids?
Not quite Eyes closed black swimmers simmer blacker strands swirl dance dissipate breathing through my nose falling to sleep aware Im falling perturbations plumes erupt subside
Sprinters on your mark
Get set
Go Theyre
off
Meek, creed, screed, weak, seed.
Jah
They make sense.
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