Time, like a silent whisper, barely
perceptible
Whispering dangerous ideas
While all the while swinging
peacefully on my childhood swing
I've come to feel the gravity that
grings my bones and joints
Invisibly, patiently, pulling me down
While stealing the inch from my
lofty height
Teaching me, showing me, that I
will soon walk slowly
Yet distinctively
Wearing a smile born out of pain
and love
Allowing, with time, for me to
become familiar
With the bleached white, stubborn,
chalky aftertaste of a half dissolved
pain pill
Stuck to the back of my tongue

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I am eating some reheated SUNRISE corn. It's hardcore yum, and probably hardcore full of chemicals. Good night.