I twist,
turned by waves
of frustration
rolling over me in
a tide of failures
thundering through the air
like a thousand bright hooves.

My intentions
collapse about me
in a heap of
shadowy nothings
and I dance my
way toward oblivion.
But something inside
me dissents. Some small
voice cries "nay" to the
chorus of reckless
assent, and its cry
reverberates through
my being, and I am yanked back,
from black to grey.

So I sigh
and raise my head
again, to meet the
rush of oncoming
life that rains
blows on me like
a 3rd rate boxer,
clumsy and painful.

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