THE HEART PLEDGES LIKE A CANON / FLOWERS GROW IN THE GUARD TOWER
A trick you can do is
reverse negatives
by just not continuing them.
You can tie things off like that
it’s hard to explain.
Balance scales instantly.
Connect opposing currents/kill them both.
You don’t have to hold the shit until you sink
or hand it off a million times over.
Just like you can have whatever weapons
but without a prayer
you don’t have a prayer.
I don’t have thoughts on it either way.
I’m just letting you know.
Either way thank god for the Officer in your heart
fully uniformed and ready to ensure
the worst version of yourself continues.
The version that, for whatever reason, you guard.
Like how everything that survives
deserves to survive.
And everything that doesn’t, doesn’t.
I’m not saying anything about that either way
I’m just letting you know.
Like how each lesson has to be learned
frontwards and backwards.
Exiting the same way you came in
facing the same way.
Sent back to seed.
The heart pledges like a canon
or some shit.
I swear to god
you bums will be the death of me.
I’m making these counterfeits of myself
and only the worst
believe in themselves anymore.
And all pain comes from knowing
there’s some version of yourself
capable of basically anything.
It’s just whether or not they’re there.
In a constant game of roulette.
Connecting the currents.
Balancing the scales.
Converting the energy.
Big Man Officer Nobody.
Gone from the guard tower.
Flowers grow in the guard tower now.
Because everyone has a job to do.
Foremost being
to hear when it calls.
You have to listen.
That’s true at all times tho.
Everything is being said
you just have to listen.
The guard tower is empty now.
Flowers grow in the guard tower.
Photo by Sam Pink.