Here I am.
Again.
A subject almost too fossilized to write about
If I’ve strained every morsel of poesy from this experience then,
why do I keep living it?
Choice?
I am able to feign perennial gratitude for my salvation
For one brief moment
Before I’m willing to sell every stitch of my being for one last
glimpse
of synthesized rapture
Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 9:37 PM UTC
Here I am.
Again.
A subject almost too fossilized to write about
If I’ve strained every morsel of poesy from this experience then,
why do I keep living it?
Choice?
I am able to feign perennial gratitude for my salvation
For one brief moment
Before I’m willing to sell every stitch of my being for one last
glimpse
of synthesized rapture
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