Steady now
under the weight of decay
Don't let the debris keep you down!
Come back to the light,
the spring where the sun stays
lingering in the foyer, tentative
then smoothly sliding coat from shoulders
headed back to the bar.
Remember your voice on high
appreciate the volume, the mass, the frequency
Let it break glass
Leave a trail of shards.
Chin up,
a silent moment to mourn wasted time
is still wasted time -
Perfection knows not to be born
on its own.
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