Patterns dance across the tabletop
connection floats through intimate thoughts
dreams and goals and aspirations
moments momentarily in focus
narratives appropriate for the season
time keeping progression like lines
on a map outlined in chalk vibrant
until February rain washes away optimism
I was trapped once
stuck in a conundrum between
agony of a future soaked through
with impossibilities and a past
left in a puddle of blood
dark with age and unrecognizable
to an unblinking eye
There’s not a lot that makes sense
caught up in the sensibilities
of a mind scattered to the wind
ashes from a funeral pyre I lit
without outside help even though
I could argue that some **** happened
That doesn’t matter now
filtered through conversations I hear
only in passing, a passenger
on a trip down dissociation lane
Mar 4
Mar 4, 2026 at 9:10 PM UTC
Patterns dance across the tabletop
connection floats through intimate thoughts
dreams and goals and aspirations
moments momentarily in focus
narratives appropriate for the season
time keeping progression like lines
on a map outlined in chalk vibrant
until February rain washes away optimism
I was trapped once
stuck in a conundrum between
agony of a future soaked through
with impossibilities and a past
left in a puddle of blood
dark with age and unrecognizable
to an unblinking eye
There’s not a lot that makes sense
caught up in the sensibilities
of a mind scattered to the wind
ashes from a funeral pyre I lit
without outside help even though
I could argue that some **** happened
That doesn’t matter now
filtered through conversations I hear
only in passing, a passenger
on a trip down dissociation lane
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