dissing comfort feels good

dissing comfort feels good

against my skin

i used to drink the poison

and swallow the match

to feel warm

within these four planes

but now i'm outside

wishing for a flood.

if i think it right

i can be anything

and i well just might

change the colour of suffering

or become an eclectic eel

swimming among the few

feeding on things they knew,

remembering things they feel.

from the crowd an old man grips my hand

"i am you with dreams of sand," he whispers,

"i too wanted to be king, but only know this:

a beginning is a very fragile thing."

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The prompt for this poem comes from a quote by William Faulkner, "The end of wisdom is to dream high enough not to lose the dream in the seeking of it." and is an entry in a poetry competition on allpoetry dot com