wherever searching
never finding
is ever untrue
because of You.
we are flickering
sputtering
picking
dying out
compared to You
rising out
of three days
two nights
a lake
away from luxury
below the deck
of humanity
into the stench
of misery
and now
when I am in my head
inquisitively
plaintively
selfishly
searching my mind
You break open my old deck
shuffle it freshly
and I can taste newness
smelling coffee
without needing it to drink
and waking up
on possibility-filled Saturday mornings
again.
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