{"sf1_id":1227694,"sf2_id":"Rno3kLyn","title":"When I fall, I will remain whole","author":"makyo","words":118,"posted_at":"2017-08-16T18:16:00.000Z","tags":["Poetry","mental health"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1227694-when-i-fall-i-will-remain-whole","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/Rno3kLyn","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/e2/30/e2305294-7d30-4b64-829d-d738cc13b4c9","description":"#5 of Poetry\n\nMy brain doesn't work very well on its own, but hey, a fox can dream.","content":"I keep hoping that, one day,   \nI'll spring palladial from the bole of a tree.   \nFully formed, sexless,   \nConceived without desire or intent.  \n  \nMy body will be virginal and clean,   \nMy mind fresh, my soul at ease.   \nThe tree, behind me, will stand crooked,   \nBole seeping until time and air dry sap.  \n  \nI will be a flat expanse of green, made up of new cells.   \nEverything will work together, a smoothly running machine.  \n  \nI keep hoping to, one day,   \nFunction with unity, unflagging.   \nOrganized and purposeful,   \nIntent only on fulfillment.  \n  \nMy vision will be clear and unclouded,   \nMy will affirming, strong, and sure.   \nAnd when I fall, I will remain whole,   \nConfident that I lived well and unapologetic.  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Poetry","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1227693-heligoland.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1227696-there-is-too-much-fire-in-me.json"}}