Tuesday, November 8, 2016

November 8

As I approach a collage that I made
with my imagined past underwater

I get this doomed sensation that the country
has struck a beast from the darkness

this journey that seemed too good
to this imagined far away past

I dreamt about it
I imagined it

so I do not want to read tonight
I do not want to write another essay
about these books that I thought
more people knew about

these hidden calculations
that all these people have
and don't have...

there is no winner when we are
all losers the way we let
this negligence...

all the imaginary tools
are cutting my skin right now

because these are calculations
that point to our tragic demise

I am thinking about how to navigate
out into the far away land or
across a vertigo of seas to 
another exit

because the tide has risen
and just because our memories
wish for us better
the aungst to experience it
again and again...

the winter does come

it breaks the tides



how is it that I
find bits of hope to sustain me
through this...

I do

and I find this 

un-fucking-belieavable

I did once write the word "resilience"
on a stone

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