226. Too Much (Myshkin, 2021) · couplets

This tin cup heart is leading me astray There’s nothing left to do but sit. And pray. I then declare there is no Earthly way For me to walk and wait, to leave and stay. But who on Earth can help when all gets hot? Best plans of mice and men have had their shot And lukewarm armistice is all they got Would peace be with us if we hadn’t fought? When filler fills the hole that’s in my heart, I want no thing to end, no thing to start, Just frozen by this tranquilizer dart, And separated from the gift of art. If I could muster just a bit of soul, If I could shape my world, and breathe it whole, If flourishing became my only goal, I’d give back all the synonyms I stole. There is no meaning, writhings of distress Nor vanquishing the pain of mortal stress. Just feel for flow, remember to address The needy wretch that begs for more than less.