#daedelus

People been rocking with this one a Lot lately🙏⚡️

The bathwater is too hot. My tolerance for pain is low today.

My thighs scream with lactic acid.

My brain began too soon, an occupational hazard.

It’s my soul that aches the most, however. I don’t know how it’s come to this.

Frantically turning pages, faces, popping pills, desperate, suddenly,

Or desperately aware of the hole,

Glaringly aware and digging faster.

A frantic mind quietly digging for 23 years. 28?

34 years of misalignment, compounding and digging and clawing at self,

Clawing to unsee, digging to bury.

Daedelus idly plucking his harp, dutifully at my side for 12,

Gentle soul. He wouldn’t like me either, though he’s liked my comments, dutifully,

Though he might like how his music reverberates off these cogs.

The beast below me is waking, plates and glassware tinkling, conversation rising, gentle whispers of the past,

My past, now another’s present across the veil of Fan pine.

I hear a new sound in this most favorite album reaching out.

This bathwater and these pills are telling little deceptions to my guardrails, letting in the stray spirits of this sound.

This flame, this glass, the Virgin and the Sphinx,

Little nothings all, cheap fill for dwindling interest.

Today we turned the water off on many souls for many hours,

A day of complications and one of sorrow I’ve felt.