Oooof.
It isn’t right to beat a dead horse..
Yet, sometimes you just can’t resist.
Oooof.
It isn’t right to beat a dead horse..
Yet, sometimes you just can’t resist.
The narrator may be unstable, however, the arc that this poem follows is actually very coherent. This is no villain monologue. There’s no justification and no blame shifting.
Just a field note from an individual with turbulence dependence
The regulator that refuses sentimentality.
It is post-illusion post-fixation, and post-drama. Here, disillusionment is in the foreground rather than structure.
All will be kept in perpetual recalibration as this cosmic force stabilizes.
Patterns that habitually rearrange and reemerge without authorship. Sometimes it seemmore like force and coercion.
With a sense ok
A clean disappearance without defensiveness.
Impact without seduction.
Power without posture.
No justification and no looking back. I withdraw the self, leaving altered perception behind.
A disciplined choice.