A different kind of meditation.
Drinking black ink into black pores.
A way of settling the score,
with oneself.
A shadow of doubt,
for whim or for clout,
leeching and dripping from the rusty spout.
Through pain and through triumph,
head beating, heart bleating.
When can we do this again?
Nov 17, 2021
Nov 17, 2021 at 9:54 PM UTC
A different kind of meditation.
Drinking black ink into black pores.
A way of settling the score,
with oneself.
A shadow of doubt,
for whim or for clout,
leeching and dripping from the rusty spout.
Through pain and through triumph,
head beating, heart bleating.
When can we do this again?
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