He

He was leaned up against the wall like a human stick
A human stick
A human stick
We’re all sticks
All of us
All of us
Thin, full of nothing
Brittle, can snap at any moment
Any moment
Any moment

His stomach was churning
Ever churning
Always turning
Changing our minds
Is a stagnant pastime
Isn’t it past time?
It’s always past time
Foaming over
Boiling over
Like the ocean
He can’t take it

His eyes can’t see
They never did
They never will
With no one to guide him
He stands still
But he moves still
Moving stilly
Stilly shouting
Shouting something
Something known
Known always

Help me

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