The measure of want


There is no breath for want
still my lungs invade my ribs

like rocks heavy in my chest
as I swallow the sunrise

My eyes water to fight this uncomfortable ease of consciousness

In a pulse of stillness
this measure of want

unraveled by perceived
forward momentum

as laws meant to attract
smash against mountains

erected over the ashes
of this broken heart

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