Morning hours, whittling
Seeking out the Sun
Familiar shapes and navy skies
Darkness comes undone
As the Sun does rise
Recognition blooms
Mysteries in the light becoming nothing new
Night is the basswood block
Hidden possibilities
Day is the knife
Carving out reality
Somewhere beyond the atmosphere
Mind wandering deep space
Starlight and sightless dark
Silence in my wake
Eyes to take it in
Flames into my lungs
Burn myself alive to know the warmth of the sun
Struggle for the day
Each taken at great cost
Non-renewable
You only live life once
Darkened hours before the light
Sun surfacing slowly
Winter nights draw on
Cold heart
Cold hands and feet
Rise in the morning
Mistake it for dusk
Back to bed
Going back to sleep
Deep thoughts
Deeply troubled
Steep grade, precipice
Subverted and subdued
Perceived extremist
Contradictions in truth
Pain on the surface
Something hidden out of view
The world without consumes me
Hardly a moment to spare
No more room for neurosis
No personal affairs
Thin air
Navigating lofty ideals
Ever separating fact from the way people feel
Bloodletting
Drop by drop, seeking balance
Fingers scarred from the effort
Battles lost, then fought again
Dulled sense
An endless war
Bloodletting, to live another day
Bring myself back into range
Not dead, but static
Not alive, despite my beating heart
Going nowhere
Linger near the start
No desire to go on
Fucking waste
What’s the point in keeping up?
Letting go
Taking another loss in stride
Expectations low
Another day in the life
Chaotic world
Cherish moments of silence
Lion’s share, taken by the din
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