it's like watching cocoons uncoil
slowly sprawling apart
like ink dancing with water
curling and vomiting out
it's like eyelid acid trips
and wearing tyedye to church
cross language spit in kindergarten
the things that make throats lurch
i'm the water that runs through granite
crawling through empty cracks
you're the elements i cannot be
the counterparts i lacked
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