Stop Wishing Me Lucky

Stop Wishing me lucky. Lest I be completed in something other than a circle, I’ll call out to you. Stop getting involved with my stars. They aren’t very friendly. I’d stop reaching out to them if I were you, they’re not listening to you. They’re never gonna see you— Your lights are off. You’ve gone out of business. You’ve let people inside and they’ve taken EVERYTHING. Even your favorite clock. The silent one. That doesn’t remind you of your metronome. The loud one. Without controls. It’s nothing like that Light Bulb. Let it go. it’s only fishing for compliments. It’s a one-sided matinee show you’ll never see the Ending. You maybe saw yourself beginning. Whatever it was— it was not lasting. That’s why you Dream in length and width. When you’re too silent, people yank and stick their thoughts in you. When they talk — I dream of E n d i n g Whenever they walk, they are just beginning will they always remain new to this. I’d wonder if it mattered. --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/nakedpoetry/support