I'm not ready to admit defeat.

I'll let the word shiver and dance

… or just tremble

like the minute-hand on a clock preparing to fall apart

I'll let it fall whenever it cannot not fall no more

I'd define myself as green goo

a green, gooey substance you'd find at the bottom of your shoe

something you just cannot shake

and it reeks… something awful

just like me

… stay up-wind

not that I care

this dream is now dead

/