I'm here and I'm waiting.
Fucking freezing grass
Earth beneath it sodden
A sun that winks instead of glares
Away the chill,
I glimpse my future in a sunset.
You're too small to see me,
Too far on the map.
You've got muscles for acceptance,
but zero immune system for rejection,
You're a sore loser.
My self-reflection is somewhat smattered
Against the landscape of too ambitious goals.
Yet it's the norm to expect too much
When the canvas is blank.
I moved to a whole new land
Under a much vaster sky,
And all I want is a dog to play with.
A life to simply be
Beside me,
Its instinctive clock ticking
reliably,
regulating my heart.
There are no moments when
The ink fails to run,
The material my skin,
When the page is
Run
Through
By my anxieties.
I swear a part of me convinced
Itself there were no further
Steps to take,
So here I wait.
Cloud formations framing the songs
That shape my daydreams,
I don't sleep much,
Because the east shouts
DO!
While the west whispers
Listen...
Ginger toothpicks, and
A drawer full of chopsticks,
I'm confused.
Dancing is the only
Reliable
Option.
Move until the wayward rhythm
Smooths out my
Skipping record,
Stops repeating,
And slows
To a speed
Called
Relax.
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