The Way

You live by way of pert

Arms outstretched; Intuition shut-down

Your soul an ewer of emotion

A visionary sans vision

Packed fresh for Thanatos

With dreams of red

You live the way they act

Stuck in cocoons of unsteadiness

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I kinda sorta maybe feel like myself again, finally, and will post every fortnight till the year’s end. There is nothing to report, kids. Everything is great, which makes me wonder when the other shoe plans to drop. However, until it does, I plan to revel in this energy.

I came to this poem with an idea of what I wanted it to be, and a title. I came bare. Empty. Exactly how I have felt for a while. And I built it up from there. I came to this poem, knowing without knowing.

I’m still into the dragons, both of the house and of Galbatorix. I don’t have much, but I have those and they’re enough for now.