unexpected

I want to feel something different
Something less agonizing
Less perceptible to
The bird
I want to feel less drained
By the coral that
Slices my palm
In half
I want to feel less observant
Less attuned to
The mirage
I want to stop waiting
Stop thinking to
Curb
The appetite of need

I want to stop looking
At clocks and counting
Missed opportunities
I want to stop dilating
My pupils to memories
No one else can see
I want to stop yearning
For more than silence
No one else can hear
I want to stop living
In places un-arrived
No one else conceives

I want to feel something different
Something less predictable than
Sameness

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