Restless

 
 
I’d rather be restless.
Unable to congeal.
More able to feel
Whether sad or glad.
 
I’d rather sing my own song loud
And fuck everyone else.
And may the resulting
Dissonance
Discordant ring through
Everyone’s life.
 
Then I’ll feel the strife
And constant reflection
On the value of my life
Will have yielded some result.
 
No more a fool made of me.
You will listen.
Because we all listen to the voice
Of the dead.
 
No more failure my achievement.
We’ll all feel together
The vibrating gap
Between the life we live
And the life we want.
 
As crystals of snow
Melt and join
To form warm water
And make an ocean.

 
 

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