Differentiated ends and beginnings further from one another separating,
I feel the weight of each pole, and the nauseating gravitational pull from side to side,
Descends to earth, bipolar boy, to fuck it up.
You won't know that he sits on your shoulders until your head gets stuck.
I'm subterranean and burning while soaring towards the heavens and hoping that with time a clearer head will put the screaming baby to bed.
It's time to calm down, you've been awake for long.
Let's rest your weary head.
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