That Block


Congrats you can look up
but what about that block
You surely aren't holding a cup
but a whether device of self mock
Your thumb is always bent
right arm in that angle
As you think about that text you just sent
Your hand dangles
hand still grasping
silently unaware of your position
You look down at your hands clasped
slowly you transition
into something new
but you are unable to because that block now is now a part of you

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