Written by: Kassandra Veress
Don’t get angry before anger begins,
running circles made of void.
Continuity can not be trimmed
by hands of shears that are not born.
Don’t close your eyes with faded lids
of humid smoke in rain.
Aware monotony is best
for when your step is feeling blain.
Don’t dive within your blood or soul or corpse,
awaiting air, to be propelled.
Your lungs keep trying to implode
through time that can not be impelled.