I have waited, will continue to... put plans on
hold. I hold for seasons. reasons.
I have guessed and guessed wrong,
and now I fail to be anything of the moment.
at the moment. in the moment, stuck. muddy.
a child from the past and a future possibility.
I wake many leagues under, and running
low on breath... air. learning to try.
no sustainable fight in me. no goals.
face it. face me.
sharp pain in my chest is not physical,
but rather I am stabbed by repetition. squeezed.
magical boredom. devours. showers.
learning, and what have I lost? you you you.
me. there is no me this afternoon.
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