Spark: “I ran till I was out of breath.”
I don’t do running till I’m out of breath anymore
I don’t do anything till I’m out of breath these days
My heart rarely even lifts an eyebrow
It’s all just tedium
monotony
keeping it between the ditches
Why?
Because part of me worries that once I ramp it up
I’ll just keep going
numbers on the speedometer flicking by
road signs blurred
woodland creatures flung like confetti
the needle buried digitally
Reaching the speed one needs to loose the bonds of gravity
this corporeal existence
these endless cycles
the tedium of turnip planting
loose the ties that bind bind bind and
explode into space.
There’s a song – I don’t know where it’s from –
MMMMMMthe something of your being outshines every star
Dare I dream?
The worm inside me – the worm at the bottom of the bottle
raises up its little head
and whispers
with its toothless little mouth:
“SUPERNOVA”
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