December 17th free write2

You call me a dreamer for holding out for more
Than just a business agreement- all cold and in order
With its terms and conditions
Which only end up limiting this
To what you can write, what you can see
What you can hold with ease and safety
While clinging to what’s quickly achievable
A cheap, legalistic travesty
Solely for that it’s easily reachable.

Head and hands against a wall
I’d rather be here alone
Than exhausting the inevitable
And suffocating the inward pull
Sating, quenching all that’s foolish and “magical ”
Or to give a little here and there
With whomever mixes paths
Never crossing over
Never even knowing
What there is
       To want to last


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