bittersweet
addicted to the unknown
& because we don’t know any better
we shame ourselves
by exposing our bodies & souls
up & down the avenue
on the shoreline
we casually collect seashells
& look at ourselves in the mirror
unlocking the mysteries
to the goddess of love
by eventide we turn away
throwing away the unconquerable
but keeping what matters most
the off-white angel wings
& footprints in the sand
march two thousand twenty-two
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No more risk-taking. No more addicted to the unknown. Safe, predictable, sensible is my current dynamic. Problem is though, I’m finding it hard to craft this bubble.
Thank you for visiting and commenting on this piece, Carl.