Quarter tonic
Sugar with sugar
Sweet tongue
Semolina Lena
Noncognizant strikes
Dodge brother, dodge
Relentless moving
Those dark eyes always worth it
What I would give
To make this right
To step out of character
Or am I in one now?
Tired of this
Fearing its endlessness
The closer I am to one
The farther I am from both
When the notes I hear
Or the words, dear
My world flips
But I’m quarter built
Flipping like it’s
Practice makes perfect
Play the notes, play
As close as I can get
Limits limit
But memories punish
Flabbergasted and expectant
What are you doing? Incredulous
I am flipping and practicing
Playing notes and replaying nostalgia
Giving love like watering the parched
Learning to strike the balance
Leave me be, demons
You turn sustenance into air
After I’ve fed my soul
I shall have my peace
