Poetry time?
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Poetry time.
Habitual Beyond
I glimpse the fading star-
And though I am far beyond the habit of
Wishing…
I speak without burdens on my heart.
I taste the autumn air-
And though I am far beyond the habit of
Feasting…
I savor the sweet bitterness.
I sense the separation of words-
And though I am far beyond the habit of
Laughing…
I lift my smile into the broken silence.
I open my quieter natural to complexity-
And though I am far beyond the habit of
Drowning…
I plunge beneath the compelling deep.
I trace the weathered lines on my hands-
And though I am far beyond the habit of
Protecting…
I feel the smallest cuts of concern.
I rest one moment in the quarry of my soul-
And though I am far beyond the habit of
Crafting…
I erect another monument of veiled anguish.
I bludgeon the tapestry of my promises-
And though I am far beyond the habit of
Blaming…
I give the perforations opulence.
I recede into the radiant darkness-
And though I am far beyond the habit of
Hiding…
I conceal every inspired insecurity.
I presume emptiness in the purest motives-
And though I am far beyond the habit of
Questioning…
I examine the structure of lasting friendship.
I burn away transient memories-
And though I am far beyond the habit of
Reflecting…
I crave the shattered refractions.
Isbee
2018