Evergreen

I know the meaning of strung out, and I am stretched and pulled along a wire above the valley, a push and pulley system of gears and mechanics without thought. I swallow words and regurgitate graphite from my swollen veins. Heart beats on steady increase, powdered luck in a caldron mixed with a hit of hope and "just hold on." These are weeks of loosening grips, taking pliers to fingernails to scissors to knuckles to inevitability. Evergreen reminders and coastal promises relinquish the weight from my hands, and I willingly let go.