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576 · Feb 2016
Viscosity
Something strong enough to suspend
Each of my one hundred seventy pounds
Buoyantly bracing me,
Broken brain and all.
Keeping my modest necessities of life
Within reach of my lips
Will suffice.

I very much want to live simple
Better yet... I simply want to live.
To make the moments of minimal material...magic.
Grandiose festivities from a week-long
Separations reuniting.
To be paid per diem for successfully
Inhaling the alloted breaths
Assigned for the day.

Pleading,
Hoping,
Longing,
Que así sea.

— The End —