I’ve been wrong about a lot, but one big thing is that this can’t be fixed. It can be fixed! It can be fixed! It can be fixed! There’s one way. Just one.
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I’ve been wrong about a lot, but one big thing is that this can’t be fixed. It can be fixed! It can be fixed! It can be fixed! There’s one way. Just one.
I’m here, and I’m not here. I shouldn’t be here at all… I’m blinking and fading in and out of existence…
The quieter I become
The further I withdraw
Fading from my own view
…
Morning brought no change;
with burning scents on the wind
routine drives forward
The haunting persists:
I carry on ignoring
its calls for reset
(Follow up to Senryū 2025.03.27)
Another sleep comes soon
hoping morning brings waking
changed or not at all
(Followed by Senryū 2025.03.28 #1, #2)
It just occurred to me today that tiredness and sadness feel (almost???) identical to me.
A confidant asked me recently
(Gently, as is their way)
How, when I pick up that tool
I know when I’m finished
Whispering engine
Doubts creeping, should not be here
Among melting snow
Apx. 7:15 – 7:30 p.m.
A quarter century of shadows
Coating the brain
Decades of void
Staining the heart
Tomorrow arrived
With neither fanfare nor doom
And became tonight
Quietly
Without incident