Saturday, September 4, 2021

Humans Need Safeguards

 

accept me. be there for me. become an anchor in my life. I admire you. I exhale certain wisdom. my feelings agree about you.

 

pure visceral pain—chips falling behind the credenza, yesterday, it was four years of sobriety.

 

aside a Gwyneth Dining Sofa, a noiseless ottoman, integrity is fishing.

 

accept me. be there for me. become an anchor in my life.

 

there was a clock. it sat in midst the town. everyone worshipped it.

 

mental cabinets. emotion oak. under a Storage Bed. Tansu Chests, diaries of dreams, adoring you was uneasy. fire chummy. flames artistic. music unsound. to have approached winter, looking into frets, a settee bore witness to travesty.

 

we played jokes, intimacy, origami; we gave guarantees.

 

loving you is friendship. present in you is detachment. tasting misery puts us closer.

 

too much in a hurry, too many hooks, it happened to distress concrete.

 

relationships move from abstracts to asphalt. people know how to cherish, to love, to insulate.

 

accept me. be there for me. become an anchor in my life.

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