there is nothing in
this world
like starting something
anticipating potential for
the paper payed for
paper laid to wait with a
pen along its spine
i've tasted greatness
it numbed my entire mouth and
left me gasping with the chest
i wasn't sure i possessed
i took it all in
every breath more voracious
as i moved from fire to fire
lighting my matches
swallowing every last one
into my bottomless gut
they eat before i do
and i make sure
this hunger never coincides
with the heart stopping
because i am as quiet
as this blood is tainted-
it flows through my veins like
a fucking gravel road
and if i were to say anything
about what to take with you and
what to leave behind it would be to
just go
because no matter
where you
leave that beat
it will follow you to
wherever you call home
and
probably somewhere
there's a burning left unanswered
possibly terminal,
there's the difference
between ink and lead-
between water and
whatever is thicker-
a smoldering
told to be patient:
the most opulent sunshine
only comes after long night times
(i am always reminded of this
once my eyes haven't shut)
but i know
you can arrive at the most
positive of outcomes by
multiplying two negatives
even if, as i understand,
they are the same integer-
just one of the practical
applications of math
to the equation of ashes and life
divided by waiting
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