Here's something I wrote in class during Larry Merculieff's second visit. His emotional intelligence inspired something mildly poetic in me. So, here it be - Interpret at your own will.
Hello, my other self. This time I didn't ask for help.
Didn't think I need it. You showed up anyway.
Hello, my other self. I meant to keep you on the shelf.
Didn't want to see you. You showed up anyway.
In the morning, my other self, you'll ask me how that night felt.
Couldn't sleep through the morning, couldn't dream through the day.
In the morning, my other self, you'll ask me if I weathered well.
It's on this face I haven't shaved, that I couldn't save for anyone.
My eros, his name is my other half
Walks
With a hand in the back of my pocket
We lose the path.
Rolled up
Thanatos
Between thum and
Index
Glossary of dreams
Pinch, wake
Up.
Hey! Hey! My other self, I kept you from view.
Didn't know how they'd take you, I fucked it up without your help.
This time, like it always is, it's all on me.
Cracked the bell, just trying to ring clean.
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