“Today was like a shadow. It lurked behind me. It’s now gone forever. Why is it that time is such a difficult thing to befriend?”
—Mary Casey
If you want to love a rose,
you must respect the thorns.
So I flirted with the limits of my humanity,
returned tired but unscathed—
by sunset, divinity, not myself.
Within my mind, I was seeking
a reset—a factory-reset button—
but instead, I only crossed a few wires:
double knots, twist, twist, twist.
The metal thread ends,
but there is no fresh start—
only adjustment, rearrangement,
as if the feng shui were off.
And just like that,
I might fit inside myself.
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