Monday, June 19, 2017

Lessons Of The Slump

They were oblique
but the lessons
told me nothing
I needed to know.
Now I look
at its caving-in

all the rushing
I would miss

begging on my knees
my ankles rolling
under my breath
could it be
I am still mistaking
everything still

rubble and grasses
nowhere to pick
a way past
jumping into
mad betrayed

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