Poetic Referendum(s) On Life

unpreserved

unpreserved
something, something, neurodivergent

whenever the words swirl a storm
inside my head
they attach
like snowflakes in the upper atmosphere
before they fall
heavy as eyelashes
weave within the white
without sound
without hesitation
enveloped and forgotten
and onto the next unique batch of crystals
forming, reforming isotopes
of a beautifully ignorant mind
that cannot possibly construct
two thoughts alike
as properly parsed patterns
so others will understand —
know the beautiful torment

submerged skies prepare
until the next gas station fill up
of frosted bakery
fresh perked java

I'll idle in my bed
I'll idle in my head
I'll idle 'til I'm dead
if i can avoid each of you, and

forget every beautiful snowfall
dreams that melt
unpreserved
unbonded by words of yours.


2.10.23
30 lines, or 32 if we count title and caption
free verse

why can't i paint a picture of my pain for you so you can grieve for me,
so i know it's okay for me to weep, too.

about impetus on another momentary soul search happenstance ▼

what?!
neurodivergent/neurotypical guy here still learning how my brain works when metaphorical connection of my strained words realized as snowflakes held in the upper atmosphere before clumps spilt/wasted on the ground...or something.
better words later.

sounding a bit fatalistic as a neurotypical ▼

don't say 'a little prayer for me'
say a(n) eulogy
i'll die
prayers can't save me

much ado about snowflakes ▼

There’s so much I didn’t know about snowflakes.
How could you ‘know’ about me,
despite some who might approach my (monotone) utterances?

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