Slow Now

a riddle;
how might we
walk the same 
road, with 
our backs always
yet reach the 
same destination?
a little tug here
a little tug there
it seems to me
that we aren't 
going anywhere. 

amble along  star shine
greet my moon with your sun
i'll piss away the light you shared
flirt with the planets 
in their irregular orbit.

i'm so used to disappointing you
that your scorn and tears 
no longer hurt.
no. they act as an anchor
harbouring my heart
in the shallows of a dirty sea.

will i follow you?

The End

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