quiet
be still
voices
compel
me to
listen
to their
outrageous
obsessions
trying
to drag
me in
on their
lines
of promise
and grandiose
melodrama
of love
and perfection
when all
I've got
to work with
is utter
imperfection
my humanity
his humanity
her humanity
our humanity
bumping
into out
dreams
crowding
the room
with expectations
hardly
able to breathe
any more
and
if you can't
find a way to
laugh at it all
you are doomed
so minute by minute
is all I can muster
heart beat
by heart beat
breath
by breath
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