I want metal in my flesh and ink under my skin.
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I want metal in my flesh and ink under my skin.
They must remember the loving-kindness, applied with fearless compassion.
Sometimes as I walk under balmy, cloudy night skies
I see a little orange glow wink into existence…
Pitch currents surging on the floor of my personal blue
Congeal on their own time coaxed by the watchful gaze of the other…
Brief stream-of-consciousness response to the writing of a friend.
It’s not about being good enough or even “good” at all.
Wood floor to night sky
Plucking signal from my noise
Dear friend newly found
A vast sea with secret currents.
I thought I had it beat. I thought it was gone for good. Why won’t it stay gone?
On feeling more hopeful, more victorious, more triumphant than what it wants to allow you.