Spinning on my Axis

I tried to let them die

Each world that once defined me

Lungs burning, full of ashes

Of sacred sites I almost made my home.

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Great gusts of fate

Daring me to decimate

my fortress of defenses.

Another threshold taunts me —

What does it demand?

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A trail, a trove of corpses —

Past selves I might have learned from

Not ready to acknowledge

What’s been swept back out to sea

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Now those ruins rumble

As turbulence comes creeping in

I’m spinning on my axis

Paranoid peripheral vision

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Dreams collapse

and writhe unbidden

I let them crash,

Wash over me

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Eroding all attachment

Without falling prey to the illusion

That all is, and will be, lost.

Without falling prey to the illusion

That anything cannot be.

“The kid across the street street” — imagining myself in third person, as if it were the little girl across the street whose daddy had died…