Bow
I’m all directions of
Lengthened and aligned
my hamstrings and mind
connected
by one sinuous string of thought
After another
strung together.
Days end after
day after day
and today I’m left looking after the mess
There’s no failure.
Only opportunity to grow and learn.
Once, luck
Twice, coincidence
Three times a skill
To determine at what point we designate what’s worth counting
Or do we count it all
blessed or messed or missed
Messes are easier to clean up if you don’t make them.
The meek will inherit the earth like the jeans I outgrew and Mom passed from one baby sister to the next until there were none they’d fit.
Snacks are not dinner.
Unless you’re eating them
For
Dinner.
Coffee is not a meal replacement.
Unless you’re a factory slave who relates
The color
brown to nutritional
content.
Normality: curse
Normality: median by which all are judged
Striving for standards imagined and conceived
to keep the normal striving
‘till their death
to achieve an existence that doesn’t exist.
Outside the minds who’ve transcended the accursed median,
projections cast aside due to infeasible truth
like so much trash
not worth even the recycling bin,
to make room for
truth
more worthy their stature.
Picked up
Dusted off
Repurposed and received
by those still awaiting
transcension.
Life is nothing
Unless you’re a dream
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yesterday I was in hot pursuit
but the trail has gone cold now and the tiny bit of me,
found on the crosswalk, fallen and forgotten from the thief’s pocket
fears It’s identity might be forever lost.
I’ll be forever pursuing the rest of me, from which my little piece broke off.
For until I’m found, no other endeavor will satisfy, compel, or even distract.
this piece,
It’s
just enough to taste
the essence
of who
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