In-Between Spring
3.17.14
I am still livid after my launch,
lowered to simmer and awake
what yesterday anesthetized;
I hover and glide to ride toward
dissipation; I know that I am here
and not here, the toppled life in
comparison to an apparition.
I am a cursory effort within a portion
of a greater devotion to natural time,
and all too certain to be packed, to be
revived.
© 2014 Jarrod C. Lacy
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