Carry this moment
a fluid raindrop of memory
ebbing, growing, then fading again
Intrepid.
Head in hands, hands on desk, desk in
utter boredom.
Mind in head in hands, sinking fast
How long will endless calls last?
Oh blow of faceless voices who don't register or care -
Why should they when I'm hardly even there?
Carry sick-stomach ceasing and
wishing for air
Longing for laughter and for time spent in prayer,
in feasting, in dancing,
in telling tall tales
I might fade to a ghost, out of sight, before they're
even aware that I've paused, and I've cried
Out just a little on my deepest inside
What good was my learning?
I am losing my mind -
And I'm not made for nothing and I'm not made to die,
But to live, fiercely live, while I've scraps left of pride
So carry
this memory -
stand up -
say good-bye.
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