Restless

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I’m feeling
restless.
Wanna do something
reckless.
I think I’ve forgotten what that means
in this time of sickly comfort
and mobile fortresses.
I’m craving something
that can get my
heart pounding, blood rushing
to oxygen-hungry grey matter
and oxygen-deprived red,
something to jolt me
out of this sober stupor,
something that can seed a
“Remember when…?”
or a “Can you believe…?”
Something to sustain me after
the mind is mush and limbs are listless.
What do restless people do?
Can I be reckless with you?

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