Let Me Be

Let me Be
the rock,
or the river,
just
let me be.

I stand here
each night
wasting
my colours,
washing my
shattered being
in saltine
crumbled crackers,
waiting for
whatever.

Let me be
the ocean,
or the beach,
just
let me be.

I stumble
through constant
vermiculite horror,
confabulating
with my
eggs benedict
about what, or when,
is the best time,
or idea.

Let me be
the fork,
or the ketchup,
just
let me be.

I fall
into muddled
thoughts,
trip into
soggy memories,
and die
at the feet
of my dream like
dungeon.

So please,
just
Let me be.

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