Leaning On Dwelling Poem by Raven Rasputin

Hovering here
I get bogged down
In the details of getting it right
As if so much rests on this one day, that one sentence,
As if it's the coup de grace.

In that pressure
I begin to lose sight
That this is a game
And I play to have fun
Not to win
Not to reach some arbitrary intention
But to feel every wave in motion

I forget to take a step back
See the horizon, left to right
In this tunnel vision
I infatuate with a speck
When the beauty is in the unabridged

It's turning bromidic
It's turning grey
It's dulling its fervor
And this whole experiment is based on not settling
So I won't acquiesce for stale
While taking this crusade to its logical conclusion