i jump into the shadows

there is a crackling in my ear
of things i do not want to say
ghosts of pink and blue thoughts
that do not need a home to remain

my thoughts scatter across the floor
and i laugh at them there
not so easily cleaned up

like moving into a house
and learning the sounds that keep it running
the clanking noises of my insides tell me
it is time for a whole new rhythm of living  

and when the foxholes can’t be found
i jump into the shadows
mumbling prayers under my breath
and hoping that when i die,
God will be on my lips

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