art // actionA Poem by Amrit Evan Gupta.it
is torturously paradoxical the
way that we think we
have few memories that do not appear as
fever dreams, yet every
breath is laden with nostalgia cowardly
- we
crave the viscera, to
eat the entrails of life we
long for death in flashes so
romanticized that at the door of real suicide, - genuine action! - we
are too skeptical to feel too
indolent to incite real change
we
succumb to our d r i f t i n g w a y s and
recuperate by
watching the leaves gently decouple from their parental home and
fantasizing that we too are sinking smoothly on
the breath of the late afternoon coming
to the most peaceful, gliding rest on
the silken surface of the water below this
is our dream: respite
in
these moments we try to lessen the tension in
our body we
convince our self we can observe we
convince our self self-deception
is telling ourselves that
we envy the leaf when
the sneaking, dark-water wave inside us knows we
want to be the viscera, the
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