lost some enthusiasm
when i saw how much suffering
i caused when i had enthusiasms
i imagined like being
on some rare boat down a gilded stream
adorned in bejeweled molecules
with dignity the role i could play
but after a rest and reappraisal
i saw the keenest new thing
i floored it
taking a swing at the moon
figuring to fix what breaks
**
7.14.16
3 comments:
Ah, I'm so impressed with this piece. So real, slightly raw and yet beautiful.
It kind of goes along with the poem you shared.
Yes, I thought so. In fact, the one I shared was inspired by this one.
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