Categorically waiting too much
Like a numnut dumb watermelon
Near the comma of my dot
A subterfuge for the structure to carry on.
Minus dot dash dash
Morse code unending compassion for the anticipation to be had
I am so sloow
But hesitating afraid.
The ground has never failed to hurt me when I was falling
Inside the spontaneous gargle beneath the handwriting
Underlined a carryover.
It is frankly never no more
Cloud categorization system.
Cumulus all the layers.
When I wrote this, each line absorbed the rhythm of the surroundings. In between stanzas words were said, people moved… And in the conscious, unresolved comedy of confronting a fear, I saw a glimpse of Henley’s “unconquerable soul”. I guess that’s why, when I compiled a list of my best memories last week, this experience was one of them.