I don’t have a title I was just thinking through words
I hang it up next to my coat and wet umbrella, because I don’t let myself off the hook.
I sit with my shadow covering my face and I force myself to look.
I speak before I think sometimes and I find my footsteps faltering backwards.
I’d like to think I’m immune to impulsivities until that following moment after.
But that’s the thing about illusions, it’s simple silhouettes of preferences in the dark.
I run those moments back in my mind aching for a chance to restart.
Hello, my name is Liable, to the first chance to get this right.
Impress upon myself the highest viewpoint, the highest timeline and the highest light.
I broke a dish reaching for a cycle trying to finally lay it peacefully to rest.
I enacted chaos through the barrel when the trigger was put to the test.
Dove deeper into darkness and stayed a day until I created the light.
I did it out of love and never to myself would there be a thought of spite.
Well, never again since I clawed my way out of that chamber the world put me in.
Then, I found union in myself and declared in truth to be my own twin.
But I still stumbled in time like languages have previously failed and I know it’s far from me.
I’ll remove myself from the hook when the clock calls me down inevitably.
A reformed casualty in the game of growing up- I think I’d like to be at the end by now.
I’ll go blue in the face preaching honesties and reciting ancestral traditions that will eventually lead me out.
