anticoagulent
It’s not the bruises I fear, it’s the fear of getting them. It’s not the aching that accompanies them; that’s achievement, a temporary medal of success. And the memory will last to remind me they are not to be feared.
It’s not the inability that comes with incapacity though I am full of it and seek to rid myself of it at every opportunity. Full of them, for there can never be but one. And they were borne into me.
It’s not the falsehood of a unrealisable promise: I can see my words returning to me as I make them and they fly true. Too true.
But nor is it The Truth: impossible in construction.
Impossible in construction…
It is not the shadows for in the light I see them and I know I am not, yet am, one.
It is not the dislike of only seven colours.
It is not the hunger. I have only known the one.
It is not me.
I believe it is not an eternal ‘thank you’.
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It is not.
Yet if that is so, why…?
5 comments:
i wonder what "it" is that mr. no-star hungers for...
the answer deep within his writing, as his words carry his truth...masked and deconstructed.
"thank-yous" are overrated.
family, fun, festive fayre.
enuff!
I make it a point never to argue with someone smarter than me, so...
who's arguing?
i was all deep and shit, callin' you a truth-sayer and all...
i want my money back!
honestly!
you just can't get the starrrf, can ye?
do ye think I'll be payin' ye for this?
the talking at cross purposes comment line was last week!
Where were ya?
(note to self: cash cheques pdq)
you realise that you have at least three minnesotans on your links list? That's 10% I just find humor in stat like that...
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