in debt, red, read the spider, web.
debt is the death in slowness and muck to the ground
pulled and directed the spring turns to sponge
but is it worthy?
follow the numbers
it takes a gaggle to make a googleplex
per back scratcher you will find an itch
and the itch finds you
is it just a poem
or is it just ice
sadness follows a drowned heart
so time to clean
up
spring, jump, laugh again into moments
else silence beckons us all, to those who surround, are surrounded
time.