Whatever you begin
It must not have an end
Otherwise you’ll be left directionless
Repeating those excursions
Already undertaken.
Farewells bleed into
The opposite, into the seldom greetings
Of friends we do not really know.
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A goal must be promised
With another in mind.
We are students, our conflicts
Force propulsion, teach us
In ways our peace cannot.
Everyone I know surpasses
Their current expectations while
I continue to circle the drain.
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Being alive is rarely easy
But it is hardly nothing, a chance
Is still a chance and I can’t take
Another loss by default.
With mincing steps
I shuffle the dirt, a wayfarer
Wafer-thin and breathless.
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A very simple piece written in great fatigue. Kids are so loud, so very loud. I feel like I am underwater. I wouldn’t know an arse from a teakettle right now.
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