look how restlessly tired i am
so nervously calm i am
uncomfortably peaceful i am

and yet i sit here with a shooting pain to my stomach and a sore *** from sitting too long from travelling too far
when can i stop?
when will i stop?
if i stop…

could i continue to the new side of the same wall i’ve looked at?

there is no epiphany
there is no afterthought
no eureka
no ******

it’s the same wall i’ve looked at with a different view from the other side.

nothing is different
nothing is replaced
no changes
no shift