Too much (saved)

poetry

One hour is too much–

any silver distraction–

any liquor–

emergency succor

Half an hour is too long–

every dusty go-to fixation–

every threadbare coping skill–

the vertigo of imagined crisis

Fifteen minutes is insufferable–

All of the gravelly compulsions–

All of the scraped-up scraps of reason–

Inevitable surrender

Five minutes is an eternity–

Some brief reprieve–

Some taste of stasis–

Something better than this
Come to me now, distant savior

I need 

Anything

Everything

All of it

Something.

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