a two piece suit, but i would like a three

There are craters in here and I don't know why
they are here.
Sometimes their existence curiously borders on the literal side,
thumping and knocking as if with an intention
to push me down, and I can feel it
in my chest.
It was at the precipice of our second floor,
covered in polished wood, and
I was drinking a glass of water.
It was the time for depreciation
again, which
I know how to fix but I don't know why.

I do a lot of things because
one action is extraordinarily unakin
to another

And this variation, does it take hold on tangibility or
is it only in my mind?

Is what I am doing
different from what you are doing or
are we all doing the same thing?

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