"Chase Well" | A poem
How bad do you want it?
The wins, spins, dinner in high places, priced by naked numbers - aspiration alluded
in self-conversation - fame whispers in your ear.
Hear this: writing is my vehicle. The journey destined; nation in creation builds me to glory.
Unexpressed, it fills me with accent uremia, a gut domain poisoning, withdrawal DTs, shuddering, sweating, cold entity.
But O! Know it is not enough, not enough.
Times dictate discovery. Requiring too much of its sandy flow for side quests to show the worlds of words floating lonely, unowned rafts afloat horizon to horizon of ceruled unknown.
Short videos conveyor screens, get in social media’s share-like-comment-subscribe endless loop, meticulous courses/hot- one takes/ququaversic eye-drying attention suckers truck hours away way down unlit roads, lighting distraction from true action.
Writing or “that thing you do that no bribery, technology, or right-current thing will stop” is the grail.
Chase it well.
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