Surely, one day this well will run dry.
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Surely, one day this well will run dry.
We take on different shapes for different rooms.
My face has never felt complete
Blurry, shifting, I could never get it to settle
Into any one coherent personality
It prowls and paces on the periphery
Of the barrier I erected.
Growls are rumbling from its throat
as it flicks its barbed tail in irritation.
I face the monster in my cedar forest again, but something is different today…
…
This is my history
This is my life’s path winding between these trees
This is the home I was born in
This is the home I will die in
…
Treasures both
Precious and rare
On the rapid severity with which conditions or situations can shift.
You can hold your breath
When it crashes over you like the ocean
But then remember to breathe again
Draw in as much as you can
Gasp if you need to
Take all the air you need
To be right again
September 14 2024
That beast comes at me with a new fury.
It’s rabid, vapid, and it’s preparing to charge.
It’s enraged at the sight of me and on a wild offensive now.