Just a few hangups last night Couple missteps here & there none too noticeable, I believe sealed stayed my lips for the most part, of course. I'm not one of those polite pleasers, you know. Gets me in trouble sometimes.
"Negativism!" she yelled out all of a sudden. I didn't know that was the tail end of a line directed toward me. Quiet, patient, hard-working shy, innocent, little rosebud He'd never heard me laugh like that, though. What a thing to hide away! It'd never occurred to me and it's still hard for me to find it these days But it's not because I'm trying to listen to the teacher anymore. No It's because I'm too preoccupied with ____ I awake, anxious Thoughts coursing through my mind Not always the same ones but The end result relativizes them anyway
It's the popping up the seizure of the pen the enabling of the ink to flow the willing. Because I am my own creator He breathes into me, but If I don't sit up I will only melt Maybe he knows it all already If he didn't I guess he wouldn't be infinite. But that's no reason To let the sheets and bones and sinews become one. Let those mirrors shift. Let the motions flow, the actions build momentum. What else can I do? Death won't let me down. It's loyaler than that golden puppy-turned-beast whose "wanton moan" I'll never forget
Even she knew that this life doesn't last forever.