napowrimo day 30: reoccurring event

What is, is what was
and again, what will be.
These days reoccurring,
I’ve already seen.
I’ve already met,
Each person I meet.
Brew my addiction,
press through this routine.
Good morning, new day,
old familiar scene.

-Melissa Nielsen

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napowrimo day 26: future archeologist

These were the beings who,
manufactured,
a finite measurement,
for the infinite quantity.

They were humanity,
constantly conscious of the,
tick. tick. ticking.
They created.

And to this momentum,
indefinitely moving forward,
humanity felt forced,
to shed,
the weight of itself.

This is a remnant,
of all the lives lived slaves,
in a race,
quickly! sprinting! begging!
For an end.

-Melissa Nielsen

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napowrimo day 24: ekphrasis

Should I never,
turn and,
attack.

I’d walk even further,
with your breath,
at my back.

I would run,
from you,
forever.

See everyone,
reach everything,
faster.

Though I would,
see things,
more clearly.

Should I stop,
leaving so,
quickly.

Would I meditate,
stop wishing,
stop yearning?

Shed burdens,
start listening,
start learning?

How can I know
where I’m going
looking back?

Shouldn’t I
turn and
attack?

-Melissa Nielsen

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