Simmer down the intermittent pen
the intermittent everything
this lack of discipline
is too exhausting.
You’re such a star
such a pretty light.
Always on
always off.
Pulsing as if you one day
just might expand
into soaring flight.
But no – not quite.
Like a wave
a daughter of the restless
waters
shallow – translucent
deep – dark
going forward
and then back.
Like clock
work.
But never still.
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