Caveats full of fury. Blessings sweet. Days are dreary. Dive deeper. Try harder. Be better.
Driving down into ditches. I hope the car lurches. But it won’t. Cause I’m meant to do more. Be more. Say more. Feel more.
Batches of boredom. Butchered hearts. Dumpsters full of used up parts. Resourceful, canny arts.
Dare I go there? Stairways lead there. Spirals of them. As far as you can see. Once you look down, no longer are you free.
Bridge the gap. Stay centered. The diplomat. Two sides of the coin. Conjoined. Rejoice, your choice.
Better still, diving into wells. Free falling. Full of wishes. Vanishing thoughts. Souls skipping. Be thankful for what you’ve got.
Come up for air, from oceans deep. Snows melt away. You’ll be yourself. Shallows damned. Shine forth from darkest shadows. Moon streaks on black ground.
I’m reaching as I’m falling.
Deepness knows no bounds.
First published in Roi Fainéant MAR 30, 2025
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