Falling to a state of chalk
running existence over
anything that might
create beyond
unreal reality,
this echoing chamber
in which washing one’s hands
of all thoughts, and this chalk
-like existence,
this echoing chamber,
is longed for.
Whyyyy
like the chalk on my hands
do they speak in the echoes and feelings,
uncomfortable static,
like grinding one’s teeth
in a dream.
But existence is real
for some,
so they say,
but how do they reach that reality?
How do they reach what is real
to get rid
of the chalk
and dim echoes.
This is really good, too! I don’t know why I didn’t see it in my inbox…
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Thank you, Randy. I think it can be so hard to keep up with inboxes.
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It is; I’m really behind.
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A profound question, how? Difficult to erase the experience of chalk from our hands and dreams, yet we must. 🙂
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So difficult, but in the trying I wonder if we make it more difficult. I hope one day it will all suddenly click and there be clarity.
It’s comforting to know other people have this. It can feel maddening. Though I’m also sorry you have it for that same reason.
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Very difficult to erase those chalk marks, Julia. I still fight with them. Time, human time, is not enough. Not that I wish to erase my memories, but I wish to be free of them. 🙂
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