If the ice beneath my feet
Successfully stole the role of friction
Like you have taken the reliance of time
My skull would crack at the seams.
Should I wake up
I won’t remember the reasons.
If I slumber yet
Crisp lab coats would gather anxiously
To dissect, determine, discover.
When the veins in my brain
Have been properly catalogued Dear
The scalpels and clipboards will move to my heart
And the other side of yours.
For this reason alone, I step lightly.
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