you: stuck in a bivouac that I said I outgrew
me: taking my wants from some list I once knew
I constantly compound, touching just grinds,
for ever-expanding still means there are binds.
Now that I have it, I sputter, all spent
My strengthening will? Only stands bent.
Shaking, I spit, then sway where I stand.
Uncertainty forces a reach for more hands
I had come unglued, and you’d had no clue,
now I lie awake, losing memories of you.
A catalyst came, yet something is waning,
so I ask myself, from what is this draining?
Apr 28, 2013
Apr 28, 2013 at 11:59 PM UTC
you: stuck in a bivouac that I said I outgrew
me: taking my wants from some list I once knew
I constantly compound, touching just grinds,
for ever-expanding still means there are binds.
Now that I have it, I sputter, all spent
My strengthening will? Only stands bent.
Shaking, I spit, then sway where I stand.
Uncertainty forces a reach for more hands
I had come unglued, and you’d had no clue,
now I lie awake, losing memories of you.
A catalyst came, yet something is waning,
so I ask myself, from what is this draining?
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