This dragged line of spiked balls of fear
Chained together with a rhythmic pattern of failures
Won’t let me leave this room
This basement so terribly bright
Or abysmally dark
Very rarely anywhere in between
Maybe I can leave slowly
If that’s what it takes
I don’t need to walk away tomorrow
But maybe in one more year
Or perhaps two
Maybe I can decide when I crest the next hill
In the meantime it’s too hard to see that far ahead
When I’ve got each limb chained to a wall
So go ahead and eat away at me
If you’re merciful you’ll consume me
Quickly
Before I change my mind
So I may finally enter
Absolutely nothing
Quickly
Swallow me whole
So I may finally become a part of
Nothing at all
September 5 – 21, 2025
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