Take 4 Granted

Room lies stagnant.
Talk is cheap.
Bottles fragment.
Wishes deep.

Mist of hope
Clings like failure.
Up in smoke,
These dreams regale you.

There are no tricks.
There is no cure.
The River Styx.
You must endure.

Peek at what
You’ll find in store.
Wish you had
One, two, three, four.

Shiny consequence,
Behind the line,
Follows blindly,
Marking time.

Now I have it.
Now you don’t.
Make a habit
Of what they won’t.

Look around.
Prepare what comes.
All this wishing,
Flapping gums.
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3/25/23
​Zone S2E2