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Stuff

Cracks in the foundation are seen a bit more

Cover the scene to make it invisible

A hornet's nest lay below the stairwell

Let the stairs creak

Do not disturb the pain below

Make believe again

The impression runs deep

A grand cavernous pattern

Don't tell, just hide

Stuff and subside and push away and away

The sand works well for this hard head of mine

So I thought, each time until the sand washes away

Leaving me naked, angry, and afraid

I'll take the blame because the shame feels right

Home again in the drudgery of assumptions

Projection is an art mastered by I

And I cannot see

The outcome is clear

Clear like a distant dream, one that can't be nailed down

Make believe again. My head’s in the sand

Anger rising at any and all

But mostly just me