[448] Drop

The longer I’m awake
it pushes from my stomach’s depths

The wider are my eyes

I wish for rivers to spill forth

The more I’m forced to see

ever slumber speaks in earnest

The more that I can’t stand
I bite until teeth break

Poetry is but a farce
for the violence lay crippled
by intention naught pursued
for when consequences laid bare
speaks all darkness and indulgence

There is no end
The is no beginning
This is you suffering, your moment
Your poor reconstruction
Press your eyelids
Hope and wince and rebel

Go out as you come
indulgent whaling for the unknown
Loose grip on common cause
Redundant redundancy
Just die
Just accept

Move over or move on