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Unlike the Grieving Widow of Someone Else's Dream

from This Soft Red Oblivion by Tomorrow's Man

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I’m listening to the space of sound between each seconds’ tick.
I feel my heart beat; so motivated.
I finger-twitch at a bottle or a trigger, both the same.
When I’m told I’m ahold in a mid-life rut I chuckle, insane.

I know I could leave any place I can be
If my unknown wasn’t so fused to the space between;
The second-ticks, relentless in the light of the full moon.

Slip under the warm water;
Hold breath and bathe.
Slip under the warm water;
Hold breath and breathe.

I’m my own excuse for mediocrity in my strongest time of need.
I’m my own feint of passivity, blessed by a chance to grieve.
I’m my own dead-space, an undrawn dread yawning in the stillness wide.
At the end of my race I won’t refuse to shake the illness aside.

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from This Soft Red Oblivion, released April 27, 2018

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