behind my eyes, a fire tonight.
it is late and sleep sinks
steadily into my bones.
my body slips in and out of distortion
- a sad jumble of molecules -
disconcerting.
there are no words for days
that throb with the urgency of now
like a fist on the only door out
of a plane going down.
i pray for a reprieve,
for the kingdom come,
the will be done,
but i am only chanting mantras.
so please,
bring substance to these lips
pour your water around the roots
let something take shape
out of this dry aching heap
bringing purpose to a paper chain
i do not want to count down
and throw away
every. single. day.
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