all life has been a fever
avoiding sick people
and the cure has been
in love.
all time was spent in waiting
patiently for the morning
after long nights in
anger withdraws.
each day is like a rip tide
pulling us into deep traps.
our words are sailboats
sinking, being shipwrecks.
our heart is the very treasure
long gone, one day
discovered.
I've had enough of self righteousness
claiming brotherly affection.
I'm beyond this simple language.
All I do is judge rightly,
noticing how you treat me
how you hold me or leave me
when the music dims out
briefly.
07.19.21
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