Different and backwards
I find myself longing for all the
wrong things.
Being Fates bitch,
as I always am...
The world turns sideways into a
feeling I can't explain.
I am no longer just a witness to disaster,
I have becomes it architect.
Soundless and sightless
and breathless and thoughtless
the wind takes me to where
I need to be.
Tempted by a longing for a want to move
sideways carelessly into
yesterday.
My longing is now a primal force
that moves me from noon
into twilight.
With a calm like angst
and a determination to burn
I become an idol to all that I should not be.
The passion and rapture
of this moment finally drives me smiling
into the abyss I was longing for.
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