Monday, February 23, 2026

Tension

I don't want to feel it anymore,
The tension
Sinking my eyes to withered sockets
That bleed for rest on the autobahn scrolls,
My feet that scorch from endless miles hitting the pavement,
My angry gut that thrashes with every excessive meal.
I will explore the anatomical caverns
Listing my tension,
Slipping logical icicles into every crevasse
Where enduring flames calve my body,
Cooling them to cinders.

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