Firm GripA Poem by Zakari SchmidtHyperbolic chamber love
The floor records your footsteps
To walk in on, to stand upon Fault lines have been shifted and lifted me from in between who my hands have slighted and those so insistent to shake until my wrist breaks Both the gloves are off, no fingers extend from the sleeve And yet I'm holding up Both my gloves are off These things depend on what you've seen, and what you believe It's a trick you've got a firm grip Keep carrying it until you cease to exist © 2015 Zakari SchmidtAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorZakari SchmidtKC, MOAboutI've been writing creatively/semi-seriously for around a decade. 24 isn't old. Right now I'm writing folk songs, these poems/lyrics are part of my ASCENSION/ATTENTION collection. It's about being an a.. more..Writing
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