#anodyne
That pain you held long before it was understood
An Anodyne without the which you wore a hood,
Something medicinal mortar and pestle to soothe,
Dulls discomfort in and around us weary smooth,
I can't prove it but I believe it in the soft and slow,
Ease the map in us edges that like to peak & show
The bird in you she quiets a rage something sharp
Makes waiting bearable drums a thrumming harp
We go down into things most people avoid in life,
Husband, stranger, father lost searching for a wife
More to the depth in us relieve in us the final hour
You don’t have to carry it all so tightly in a Dower,
Someone something that sits beside you and Says:
A hurricane hit the exclusive cabana in lonely très,
Kiss a silent touch rest its head in a soft place held
Somedays a cure inside us makes us kick and yeld
May 19
May 19, 2026 at 7:52 AM UTC
We were looking for an admonition.
Trying to find the end of the tape.
Now it’s like,
all we see is a dim image.
I exist based on what my environment tells me
I became the guardian of a great river.
I see convictionless men
around me,
mere mortals.
We have to purge the glamour.
We dance
around
Slowly moving figures.
Feb 4, 2018
Feb 4, 2018 at 5:47 PM UTC