unremittingly

We could make the entrance grand,

You and I.

Could it strain the circle, once contrived?

Faded out glory, an end long surpassed

Felled words turned cracked eggshells lying emptily

broken, on the ground.

Careful once you step

Hurriedly once you run

One of these days I’ll put it all on my plate

swallowed whole, washed down diligently

Whispered to me calmly

“don’t choke. don’t choke.”

 

©Ramon Sturdivant

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