153. Fuckit (Myshkin, 2021) · couplets

Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, For freedom’s sake, get off the clock! Let calendars be empty space, Just come and go, without a trace— Except impressions of the heart. Encountering is such an art! We meet at campgrounds and hot springs We share the joy that travel brings, We dance and flee, when all about The asphalt grip would knock us out And make us kneel and toe the line. I shiver, touched by the divine And never fail to fall in love With humans, and the sky above And fallen leaf, and running brook. One “Fuckit” choice is all it took And now I’m running with the real, New cherished memories to feel. Aliveness is what living does  A healthy heart knows how to buzz About the sound and sight and smell Of fresh new ponds that yearn to tell Of ribbit symphonies at night. Just love this Earth and lose that fight For something more than what’s right here... Let beauty whisper in your ear And turn the volume up to ten. Make haste! Escape the hollow men.