Shores
of Yellow Daisies
In
a yellow field of flowers, I have looked up
And
seen space-space filled with temptation,
And
nothing all the while. Here we are
forgetting
Everything
we have learned in school, including
Algebra,
relying solely on outward help-maybe in
As
far away as Antarctica, where nothing thrives
But
snow and cold. I have lived this life
that does not
Wither;
I have lived this life that has forsakened me;
Where
are we now, on this iceberg, rowing slowly
Out
to sea, trying to focus on the sight ahead,
The
sight behind, and back and forth around me.
The
field is yellow. Maybe they are
sunflowers,
Maybe
they are daisies that had a genetic mutation.
I
never knew so many words could fill up inside me,
As
if I were rowing towards something more than caffeine,
Waking
up day to day towards the shores of myself.
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