greenstorm | (no subject)

(This is neither finished nor right but I'm posting to close to browser window. Issues: not a proper balance between clawing through slow-feeling moving time and calmly sitting through increasingly eyeblink-fast years, the word "woman" which I can't figure out a nongendered concept to replace)

I can't tell you how hard it was to live through those days
I breathed each breath like a battle
With joy like lightning illuminating the field
In occasional summer flashes

To claw through every day and every day
Fighting time itself until it collapsed
And now, one more blink until the end,
Just a blink, and one quiet old woman content to
dissolve
into
the
endless
soil