it
howls around my head
it
howls around my hunger
drowning
the sounds of my screams
that
suffering has not made me stronger
dreams
are our downfall
harbinger
in a house of hope
who
taught us to dream?
it’s
usually not our parents
but
is it worse to accept that which surrounds?
where
the wind blows so hard
you
can’t hear any other sound
i
now understand why atlas shrugged
but
it wasn’t a solution
so
i don’t know
i’m
sysiphus with a stone
and
here i go with another day
dreaming,
no wishing, there wasn’t a hill
curtailing
consciousness with swill
if
water finds its own level
i’ve
evaporated
but
do i have the kinetic energy
to
overcome liquid-phase intermolecular forces?
after
the replenishing rain
even
clouds dissipate
the
wind doesn’t care what it blows away
it
is an unconscious current of air
but
it is still powerful enough
to
clear the landscape of your dreams
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