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when the floor gets rowdy
fall down to make it quiet
throw fists to straighten
the tilt

the walls want something from –
woke up with a broken jaw
ash in the mouth

take it back to the first
stumbling on hands, roots from our mother
kid gloves still fit
could have figured out what hit the bell
instead

glass totem pole

fuck
wake
fuck
wake

hold of course
of cross Christian dreams
so fuck and wake