There in the moment again,
I felt free,
a sweet elixir of hope dripped from my lips
the very place my demons
would speak
unnatural terrors of their desire for harm.
Oh my mind would carry,
a lesson of time so under wrapped with worry
a fuselage of disdain.
It is YOU I would say
and no one remained in the room,
but over there,
remember then just where
beyond the moment
we’d already begun to encounter,
though some, well one
would wait out the eventuality
of life unresolved and driven
by the pity
of voice.
© Thom Amundsen 9/2021
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