Written by Jesh Pradesh

 

To be or not to be.

Heart hovering, nose

diving, then soaring.

Loop loop loop.

Loop.

My rotting auto

pilot zombie pirate waves.

Gulping oxygen through

the cracks in my cocoon.

Every moment a wilting

memory of lost opportunity

the things I did not do

the things I did not say.

Loop loop loop.

Loop.

I dance with the universe

in the television brain.

I roam the murky swamplands

between the things

I know

and the things I don’t

Hello to the Queens!

Hello to the Kings!

Loop loop loop.

Loop.

I rage against my strings

 

Image: Michael Kenna, Above the Abreuvoir, France

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