because while some truths lend themselves to equations, others are best described in verse

moody and ethereal

i watch the shadows crawl
down my legs, darkened
impositions; drink in
the day’s dying, gulps
of hardly concealed longing
squeezed down a closed throat
to land restively
in the core of me.
as if remembering
a hard-fought night,
i taste them now and again
in the back of my mouth,
both bitter and sickly sweet.

Thoughts?

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