Restlessness

The restlessness of stagnation
is creeping under my bones.
Not moving,

one place.

Buildup,
will come,
from not moving enough.

On your head,
flaking,
under your bones,
creaking.

On your brain, seeping.

into your cells.

Being in one place.
I can try to imagine the brightness of the new,
but instead I just turn the corner
and notice the blue house,
is
the exact
same.

My limbs feel like molasses.

Sticky, unable to move.

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