Taylar Wise Poet I do not know?

On Human Responsibility In a Chaotic World

I hear it,
Like the many lights flashing
 just to keep me going.
Contrary to  the damp twisted sheets 
as my anchor to 
the warm drip.

On my invisible brow 
I have been spat 
 
And I am not counting

Now,
Theres always an echo of an army
poised in the dark
between finishing and pointlessness
Sometimes gumming Orchid petals and clicking wooden heels
over and over.

For the first time today I remembered there was something outside 
of me. 
I heard a resonating moan.
Nothing like air nor flesh 
but many strong puzzle pieces 
spinnging and catching 
to simply and suprisingly 
keep going
 forward.

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