fuel drive restart

hooks captured a gaze lingering a little too long. try to pry out but the spirit is neatly trapped between dare and retreat; needs to exert - pummels unto daylight unable to leave the sky aloof. cravings, hunger, parched with water all around; spirit grabs with wanton delight; feasting away, drinking abundance, feeling strong, pummels the bleeding daylight as night nudges day. pushing earth into darkness, cool, contemplative night with a trillion eyes - observing unbound chatter, uncaring, free talk spills as unrestful flesh heaves burdens heavy to squalid insides released. comforting night breaks off with rituals, mantras, habits forced a letting loose, a confinement expands, such fresh air and all it took was one moment as appetites manifested, as chains slightly drooped to constant testing - a sunbeam of light talking to darkness quiet. you feel it. this strain, this discipline, this not you, for completely. have you forgotten night? she sings, she lulls, she soothes these tired muscles when day trembles. when day presents for others. a balancing act of squalor within, a stiffened choking, comes out as a release of. you shut off till a gaze goes on for too long, a spirt finds air dancing with fire. it's been too long, pauses. hooks embedded, twist, flesh adapts, a spirit morphs, night and day blend together, like twins no longer separate. a look a little too long, a spirit melts into flesh, daring the sun to look away as hooks flit about like butterflies; unsure then finally settle down to rest tattooed in ink; memories dance like a duet - and spirit and flesh they united as one no longer in conflict.