debt

in debt, red, read the spider, web.

debt is the death in slowness and muck to the ground

pulled and directed the spring turns to sponge

but is it worthy?

follow the numbers

it takes a gaggle to make a googleplex

per back scratcher you will find an itch

and the itch finds you

is it just a poem

or is it just ice

sadness follows a drowned heart

so time to clean

up

spring, jump, laugh again into moments

else silence beckons us all, to those who surround, are surrounded

time.