motion

The brain is an octopus or a centipede
It walks and swims
Into so many dead ends like limbs
or a maze you get lost in
There are tears stored in the tentacles
It takes an earthquake to free them
But when the ground shakes
its nothing
Just another freight train moving through
Rattling the window panes but nothing comes loose
The concrete is still cold
The veins, still blue

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