A Soulspool Poem
When the sun’s rise and set has no effect on my skin and bones
The bare essential effort required for living is the antithesis of my desires
As I age I fall out of touch with the fiscality of achieving them
And the consequences of not finding success in either realm becomes more and more dire
The ideals and romanticization of life that once felt so real become mere illusions that I can never bring to fruition
The painful reality of life settles into my soul as I sit amongst an alien software of a heart,
An alien hardware of a home
Legs I can no longer command
Arms I can no longer raise
Bones I can no longer relax into seats I can no longer discover
And fists that I can no longer throw.
I am out of touch with fabric, out of touch with life,
Finding difficulties even in characterizing the innumerable complexities
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