Today, I am composed
Of corded muscles, love, and scars.
I feel like an oaken core.
Life starts with an effervescence,
But these oscillations slip wider
Each year and shake loose the taught wires.
The quivering energy
Becomes more of a jiggle, really.
However, here is the most danger.
Minds and emotions remain keen and
Added to the bitterness-honed blades.
The loose jangle will send cuts flying
If momentum seeks to topple the system.
In time, though, the bearings will grow
Over-worn, and the swaying ocean
Will find its tides tied into eddies.
Today is where I am,
But I remain transfixed
As deep-pink tissue roughs my skin.
I can only wonder where it was I acquired
These newer blemishes.
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