Transient Plateau
(To her, who will never read this.)
Her hooded heart shields her from getting soaked by any sort of lustful rain
She is impenetrable by any weakening feeling such as affection or commitment
She’s got everything but nothing and nothing to lose but everything
She’s the same way all of the time, only seeing me part of the time
They always seems to crave what I’m not, and misinterpret what I am
And I’m beyond remembering why I chase her storm
That map in my brain that used to have a direct route
To my serene plateau, in which she would be gleaming there
With an open mind of who I once was and who I will or will not be
Upon the time of my arrival, has vanished without any footsteps or trail
No sense of direction to guide, no sweetness to taste
No words to explain, no answer for the question why
I’ve forgotten what I was supposed to remember
But still remember what I was told to forget
The flesh carvings of cannibalistic chemicals in my brain
In which my thoughts are subdued, make it difficult to adhere to
Any sort of anthropomorphism of the transient ghost that I was in a time when
The world was the same but everything was submerged in jubilation and not dreariness
A time when she thought of me as a man she might just keep…
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