Your Compulsion


Counting again,

all the misplaced fear

and the times when I've

been terrified by the

shadoweater's creed. It never

arrived, and I'm counting

again obsessively. One, two,

three, always repeating.

It's your compulsion

I've picked up,

this pattern

only after

you've tumbled

away so recklessly.

This must be how abstract

concepts haunt from outside

in, or what it feels like to breath

the desert heat, like one, two, three,

always repeating now, the shadoweater's creed.