Once a cup too full

I am in a castle.
I am standing here.
Why are you coming at me?

I do not understand
I am a knife in standing harbor
I create my own suffering
I do what I do until I die
I assume
Maybe much ahead
far coasts

There is a sun coming at me.
relative speed is none
I equal him
attaining calmly

fierce conflict
radical submission
perspective in place
combination, fertilization
insanity derived
from insanity derived
from once a cup too full.

Moved to Creative Writing, Shadow Topic left in place.

It’s showing in Rant too.

Beautiful… “once a cup too full”, what a wonderfully sad metaphor.