So a last minute substitution for a chapter today, and an announcement. I'll no longer be posting chapters from Yasht up here. I have enjoyed doing it, but I do want to try and get it published someday.
So, anyway, I'm not going anywhere, I'll still be posting poems and pop culture stuff!
It carves a lazy swath,
down and up at once,
slicing through the silence.
Spurred on by its agitation
I revolve anew
in too literal a sense.
I crave another useless day,
sweetened by degeneration,
and of things long left undone,
but never forgotten.
It speeds now to a fever pitch,
a soaring squeal.
As if I and it were locked
in some great battle that I did not heed.
Armed essentially in poise,
its intentions remain unknown,
or, at least, irrelevant.
Unconcerned, I wipe my drying eyes
(the only casualty of its assault)
and reason with myself
for one last push
to convince myself
that momentary sorrow
is no replacement for joy.
So I rise,
driven upward by a shadow of a will,
a gesture of directed force,
propelled me on and out
while it still sat,
alone but beating hard,
against a wall of absence.
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