I know you’re tired of the shifting
Between shimmering and rotting…
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I know you’re tired of the shifting
Between shimmering and rotting…
Warm sun and cool breeze:
happy-tears polish four eyes,
stars elusive found
(I’m so happy that you’re finding your stars, M.)
Time to try harder now
You stupid little bitch
You tried to push and shove
But you just gave me the itch…
That beast awakens again tonight.
It smells my weakening will, and my confusion.
It smells them, and its appetite is aroused, after fasting for days.
It salivates at the thought of me;
at the thought of tasting me.
Sometimes all I have to do
Is stand firm glaring
Insist upon my place
And it will yield the path…
I hope I’ll have so much more to say;
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.
On feeling more hopeful, more victorious, more triumphant than what it wants to allow you.