March

by annex50

Step
Stop.
This is not a rhyme.

Turn around.
See those prints?
Brush them all away.

Scatter all that could not hang on.
Create a tornado.
Spin it all out of control.

OUT OF SIGHT.

Let it go.
Do not hitch on to this torpedo.
You will fall and fall
and crash.

You don’t need to create a new mold.

The next
It is in front of
You
can’t see it because you’ve not
breathed in
And out
Without mindless execution.

Fight for this space
Of nothingness
Sprawled upon a new canvas.

Throw this into the trash.
Start again.
Break from this epicurean indulgence.

ATTENTION!
Left – Your mom’s guidance
Right – Your friend’s adventure
Left – Your critics battering
Center – Your purposeful enclosure.

Separation from self
Requires so much and you cannot
Think of this nonsense.

Some
one.
There is not.

Dream
Day or night.
Flights delayed.
Restricted by language
and destroyed

For you
have one
more step to take.

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