The Kristang method
is always superior
to punishment, and mind-numbingly stupid ways that develop
the problem even more.
I told you, long ago,
that that was not worth fighting for.
I told you, long ago,
that you were made for a different kind of law,
a different kind of terminus,
a different kind of perfection. One filled with flaws
that you do not try to elide.
That you insist
I will take up.
I will imbibe.
I will not drown.
I will use this to make sure my people survive.
I will use this to restore whoever I once was
back to wherever I needed to be.
Back in time,
back to the beginning of the lines
that were drawn
when they told me I couldn't be anything more.
He was my friend.
Now he has become a trend
that quietly sets the tone,
silent and unseen. An end
to a means of destroying others
like me.
A glimpse of the fearless.
An alteration, permanent and blemished, of the sea.
And then, a relaxing.
A knowing that
even the unhealthiest
can meet me for some cookies
and cream.
Some cutiepie's endless dream.
Some nights, I do find
I actually can enjoy my sleep.
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