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I’m sending blood back
I felt purpose, I felt movement
And with my back to the wall
I felt like everything I did mattered
And money, like a river’s water, came and went
And people, like a river’s water, came and went
And comfort, like a river’s water, came and went
To delta ends and feeling spent
But nothing feels like when it hits
But life feels like nothing when it hits
And I’ve pointed guns for that
Yeah, I’m afraid I’m always one inconvenience away
From a fleeting moment with God on repeat
David Catoe is a Texas-born young poet presently living in the Gobi Desert where he earns a living as a scuba diver. His work appears sporadically here in Painted Brain News.