82/365 : more like dust

i don't mind
how behind
i am and i
don't just
mean with
this project
it seems
that to get
ahead is
a high price
and a deep
cost and to
simply slow
is a slick
molasses
guilt included
no one should
partake in
so much
pleasure
no one should
consume so
much pure
sugar
pure rest
pure breaths
if you just
lay around
and wait
for art
to move
through you
you might one
day become
a rock
like your father
always called
you
rock! you're
the rock!
he had no
idea what
he meant or
that he'd
foretell
the future
so well
he wanted
you to stick
around
molassas
your body to
the spoon of
your roots
but you couldn't
do it you
needed to be
more like
dust
feel the fire
spiral skyward
off the edge
of your millenium
into the
wind and wonder