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Day 93 – Outgrowth

There’s a reason why yawns and stretches come together:
every lull fights its culprit.
Every boredom beats its way out
and the slow violence of outgrowth,
the pulling of skin over catching-up bones,
the itch that comes of shrinking frames,
the madness that holds firm in its knowledge
and reaches for more of that assurance
that it grasps ever less each day,
clings as proof that it could be wrong
but wants to know why-
it is hope in its hardest form,
how we almost deserve to live.


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