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Shit.
Can't stop writing.
There are too many to read.
Don't keep up.
Just let me write.
I'll take my time as it comes.
It comes
when I least expect it.
One Earl Grey misto
and three days of
not enough sleep.
More than enough
sustenance.
Sustain
a writhing ball
of where the hell
did this come from ?
Just go with it
she says
and I shake
twitch a little
and then sit. for
one
two
three
hours or more.
and now I click
without the music.
or the sustenance.
Can't keep it underneath my
shiny blood fingernails
click
clickity click
of keys in hand
hooves on pavement
I want dirt paths
and wooded forests
and a mane beneath me
chestnut ripples
cool sweat
and sweet hay
and where the hell
did this come from?
Go with it
she says
and now there are
eager children in my fingers
running circles
playing hopscotch
on the keyboard
scary dreams
that last a lifetime and
some things take time
but this is coming
in rivers
through the mountains
ride through
rock filled waters
and toward the ocean.
The ride is longer than
I expected
It comes
when I don't expect it.
When muscles are tired
both mine and the beast's.
Cool sweat dried to
salt.
And sweet hay to panting
desperation.
Penumbras of yesterdays
catching up.
We're still running.
Through rocky waters,
toward the ocean
don't keep up
just let me write