Ended as it began
These dark days of November through January
Dancing in digital
Parallel and alone
Yet in analog, earnestly asking
Feigning a truth on behalf of some good cause
Forgiveness follows now, as it must
Lest Winter become as liquid courage
That most dangerous thing
Find me in the reedy, agonizing greens and violent violets I never thought would hold my wings again.
Breathe with me, I beg you, as I flail, purposely so, deciding between the strange new Summer air or the viscous depths that would welcome me.
Pray for my soul, please, that the beautiful others, lost or prowling, don’t know I’m a threat or delicious at all.
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