I’ve spoken ill of every wall of every tall
pillar
that shelters my own.
I’ve cursed every word
that’s ever lurked
tagged
to my name.
I’ve sought to be content
in a room whose sole intent
was my thriving success.
In a time and in a place
to which even I could not relate.
In a mirror on a wall,
on a pillar in the hall.
In that time all I see
is that I am all I wished to be.
But I’m aware
of the impair
that would be caused
by such applause.
I know that in such turbulence,
I’m a triple point substance.
A freezing point of steam,
Boiling liquid, icy beam.
Crystalline
with a thawing heart.
Raised temperature,
Pressure.
Fall apart.
This is marvellous.
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