I want this. Momentary unknown
lack of control and sweet non definition.
And yet.
I hate it. Momentary unknown
borderline anxiety hyper sensitivity
to the slightest movement
thiswaythatway.
Paralysed (in my head) by thought clouds
streamingscreamingwhywhatnowwhywhatthe
Not knowing,
a surrender of my hands to the sky
and the timing of some master
clockmakergardenerpruner
to make it all mature, complete
grow it Sir, I wait for your tune
to dance
- And yet.
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