wisefool

Salty lips
leave me thirsty

For water will enter
and swell
to equalize all things

The closeness
although transient
will always return
to only disperse once again

An embracing welcome
that is quickly worn
and a release
that is only briefly torn

I feel you today
and only see you tomorrow

This mask that I wear
and the myth that I walk in. . .

are merely shells for me to embody
and fully realize. . .

the taste of copper blood on my tongue
the push beyond my choke point
the stretch beyond my voluntary will

This time I will do better.
I will break myself more.

I will break the fuck out of myself.
Break the fuck out.

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Say hello to my frontal lobe.