no punch line

i’m falling at a different rate to the rest of me
with eyes closed and steering the fade

another twitch is quickening
but with a humid, sluggish heart

shall i frame my humility or wear
my regret on the other sleeve?

with a long lens i’m looking, for more
but nothing’s panned, now or here

i doubt that each eighty-eight night
will know what’s next to spin me

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