#1045420 added February 24, 2023 at 10:32am Restrictions: None
From Down Here
I could write a hundred poems
right now, or
absorb aura anchored deep
deep down
happy as any frown knowing
I won’t drown
I won’t dry up inside here
It’s dark
It’s deep
Depth you won’t ladder to see
Inner beauty
sweet as song, singing
with perfectly formed frown
Drown on your dry land, or
take my hand, trust
a soul submerged, basting
in life-long suffrage
Survival only needs
one revival — if you touch my hand,
hear my hard band
of gloaming words’ gleam
Discord, rhapsodic,
I hold you and sway
Without you
I stay
I still see you
from down here
2.24.23
Look, I wrote another ode to you.
How do you like me now?
My mental health in stasis doesn’t move a meter
in this place
and still I stay, sway,
smile all the while.
How was your day?
And now, Times. See, feel?
2.24.23 ‘ladder’ replaces ‘scale’
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