bury yourself / in hidden places /
every forceful exhale / purging doubts /
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bury yourself / in hidden places /
every forceful exhale / purging doubts /
…
Tomorrow arrived
With neither fanfare nor doom
And became tonight
Quietly
Without incident
I’m casting these dice
Hoping for another night at the table
Either I go bust, fade into nothing
Or I find my fortune and live on
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The end feels already written
But is it merely ink on paper, or etched in stone?
Delicate, easily torn
Time after time I cast those stones back to its pinned head
Bloodied it raw — tore the faceless mass to ribbons
A pebble for every tear trapped behind a dry eye
A rock for every scream buried in a tight chest
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I want to try something
It’s going to take a while
But I hope some friends will
Come along with me while they can
It won’t be easy
But I have to at least make an attempt
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Memories of those I hate
Or hated
Still walk into the room some evenings
Looking, somehow, as shocked to see me
As I am angry to see them
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Many anxious evenings
I want to burn every word I’ve written
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Over a great bonfire of massive flames
Reaching for the atmosphere
Dreaming of visiting the stars
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Breath so unrelenting
Until the last falls still
One day
It will all
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Gazing across that river
Watching them on segments of their path
Visible from here
I have to wonder
Do I see them the same?