The price of nonchalance


I’ve opened the spillways but also used up all my cups.
I’ve felt the metal and stone but chose instead to relocate.
Now, I only meet that vein when deriding myself in the mirror.
There’s a current and there’s a stone and there’s music,
but only two can exist peacefully at the same time.
Those clouds will come no matter how hard you will otherwise;
it’s better to simply roll the sails and batten down the hatches,
for no storm could possibly last forever, lest you ask it to.




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2 responses to “The price of nonchalance

  1. blaine

    Yes yes yes!

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