like an automata

I try to stop the rush of adrenalin
not knowing if I can
my bones feel tired
yet here I am thinking of bungee jumping

that might break away the monotony
while I am hanging in air
and fall free to ground
expecting to spilt my skull

the elastic ropes hold me tight
I wish my thoughts to be harnessed thus
as soon as they loosen
something ought to hold them in again

when the scissors of thoughts
pierce my veneer
I know it is time to give up
time to sleep. peacefully.

” all I know I will take that bait and be a victim. of anything.”


You too can try this automatic poetry!


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