I do not feel very stable tonight
I feel the need to let go of security, of familiarity, that
place devoid of scrutiny, that
security blanket sheltered with hope
teeming with life, I do not
feel that, but what I feel is tethered
In all pretenses, I work like a horse, trying to
catch my breath and yours. I cannot stop
I recall the things I need to sow. I
start to begrudge myself. I
spit on the ground and trip on my own feet. I
cannot feel any rhythm with the field. I just
feel like it has used me, this land. This
field I am supposed to be galloping on.
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