synecdoche

there was this girl
this really fucked up girl

she put her mind into a box
stuck a handle on the thing
cranked it and, hey presto,
it started chugging.

she put her hands to labor
to create a certain form;
re-ball, re-mold, re-ball, re-mold
a swan, maybe an ashtray.

her feet walked the miles
between then and now
across never, again and always
among other extremes.

she let her heart float like a bubble
upwards until high
where it silently burst
into a thousand words.

she stands at the close,
watching thoughts as they fall
unshaped.


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