Purpose

 you try to climb the walls
towering over you
and
slide back down
on blistered, bloodied
fingers.
you run in circles
searching for
a strong enough
impulse
to break you out.
you ignore the straw
while looking
for a lifesaver,
never noticing
that the straw
leads to the loophole
you’re looking for.

how big a miracle
has to happen
for you to wash the dust out of your eyes?

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