Love Bore

The day's drowsiness touched the motive lying next to possibility and halted everything but I was indifferent. There was no felt difference in the distance so the unwanted patience against time led to the comfortable hostage I introduced when I gave up. And I guess the very moment I closed the door, my cup spilled over into the hands I'd disposed of at the judges table. There was no need to compete, no qualified beings or delegates, just large. And I promise it didn't get further than that. Until boredom dilated my pupils and the light was a pain...feathering the soles of my feet, I laughed into something that was never intended for keeps. But I remembered the shades, and I needed them to see. Those overexposed "be"s played the feces out of me and planted an irreversible addition to an earlier rendition chartered by one thought. And every time I'm tortured by remembrance, I face what I never fought...