if i could tear down this entire house
from the foundation up
with a sledgehammer,
i would.
sweat would roll off my skin
like diamonds.
i'd be rich in anger,
high in fiber
with wooden splinters piercing my flesh.
oh, how inventive.
it's all a futile attempt
to release everything.
i could never do such a thing
but dreaming is nice enough for now.
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