The city’s lights burn retinas
With the afterglow of shaky swirls while
Pretty head-ache flames crawl through the back
Of my skull as I’m sick a bit over
The sweetness of opportunity, which lays
behind every corner ready to be picked
Fuck that, I have the stamina
To keep going slow and steady, like a pearl
While my vision goes in frames overall, cracked
Art is dull when ticking whirs
With a seamless immunity from everyday
Unconfined mourning, and it finally clicked
That I just have to admit that
Nothing counts as much as tenacity
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