Photograph by Charles Harry Mackenzie

Waves

~ ~ ~

Anxiety

/\/\/\/!

Waves

~ ~ ~

Anxiety

/\/\/\/!

I?

Waves

~ ~ ~

Anxiety

/\/\/\/!

Me???

~ ~ ~

/\/\/\/!

hide

~ ~ ~

/\/\/\/!

hide

from obligation

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

!!!!!!!!!!!!!

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

!!!!!!!!!!!!!

obligation

hunts

me

down

~ ~ ~

Seas

upon

seas

of apprehension…

Curling and rolling inside

moment by moment

crashing inside of me

Seas

upon

seas

of apprehension...

Seized by apprehension…

/\/\/!!!

Seas upon seas of apprehension...

Seized by apprehension

Seas

Cease.

.


Photograph by Charles Harry Mackenzie

Now

No more

No more

waves

No more

curling

No more

crushing

No more

crashing

No more

energy

Dry.

completely dry.

Stuck

inside myself

Stuck

inside myself

Desert of frustration

lacking water of

perception

water lacking of

perception

My lack…

is the only thing inside me

that has no lack.

Lacking…

loquaciousness

lucidity

smoothness

My throat is dry:

is it from speaking too much in the past

or not being able to say a darned word now?

My throat is dry.

Dry.

Desert of frustration

conscripted by frustration

Fustration puts a gun to my head and makes me kill all objects of relief

Dry.

Desert of fustration

I’m a predator, sure

but stuck

in lands

without prey

lost…

without something to hunt

I,

may…

I,

may...

just…

hunt myself

For simple lack of any challange

Dry.

So dry.

No perception…

< ! >

Now one perception

< ! >

Only one perception

“Desertion;

forgive the frustration — stop fighting it —

leave the war behind.”


Photograph by Charles Harry Mackenzie

Perception returns.

Ecstacy?!

Wet with bliss

Warm with rays

My anxiety

And frustration

are

still here

are now

dancing

are now

getting along

now

I realize

all this time

that I need them

that I needed them

that

all these years

it is them

that have been

getting me on.

Making me swim for it

(making my sweat…

Making me trek for it

… making me wet)

Giving me it — after all that

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