I have withered in my seams
A coldness I knew that grew
A steady drop, a loud kerplunk
Awoken from my slump
Yet even in my deepest throngs
A gap that loosened up
Trajectory and motivate
Scraggley weeds at the dunes
Tag: motivate
Ancient Ilk (day 2200)
This is my primitive shit
My unconditional
Motivated by another force
Called a different name
Hung with different nails
Wood of an ancient ilk.
This is the voice ignored
The silenced, betrayed
A crashing of stillness
That left cracks
Spreading to remind me
I haven’t changed
Just remembered.
