too many cookies, not enough sleep
I am living half of a life if I am pleasing to others only
and half a life if I am pleasing only to myself.
And if I create misery out of gnarly trees
And temper the green beans, pulling their strings away like a business deal
Only to ultimately undermine all
and rebuild the next day-
What am I doing without fire that prometheus never dreamed?
What boulders do I never savor, but allow to loll in my mouth heavily
Like mistletoe
Slowly grows,
developing sturdy parasitic paddles of leave
s
meanwhile kissing becomes the atmosphere of dying tree, life blooming air hanging
e
motionless and full of motion
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and half a life if I am pleasing only to myself.
And if I create misery out of gnarly trees
And temper the green beans, pulling their strings away like a business deal
Only to ultimately undermine all
and rebuild the next day-
What am I doing without fire that prometheus never dreamed?
What boulders do I never savor, but allow to loll in my mouth heavily
Like mistletoe
Slowly grows,
developing sturdy parasitic paddles of leave
s
meanwhile kissing becomes the atmosphere of dying tree, life blooming air hanging
e
motionless and full of motion
e