Sinewless

by Noah Haalilio Solomon

what happens when we’re cerebrally remiss.

.

.

i hear of listless souls falling in

to the broad expanses between us as

social sentience

grows cathartically

by octagonal patterns,

overlapping… and

i am managing in times,

when irresolution afflicts my focus;

when I want

to be nimble

without ardent attempts,

but me being tame is

not the same as

me taming myself.

.

i live in spaces

where distance tolls on a nostalgic heart,

where i want to manifest only

vertically,

in the upreach for divinity with

high-spirited timbre,

but sometimes the beams of my dimension

lay logged and fallen in crooked

rows of envy-soaked

neglect.

.

i hear of listless souls falling

into expanses around us and

i see myself,

trying with rigidity in elocution and virtues in policy,

but-

how well do i sleep at night?

.

when and where

am iĀ being?

in timeĀ passed,

or maybe it hasn’t yet,

somewhere ambling

neither here nor there,

and i end but

enveloped,

burdened,

and

sinewless:

like i have just come undone.

but it’s fine because

i’m so good at

coping.

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