persevere

sleepless and consciousness in thousands of quiet nights
and
muted souls and the sounds
and
all of the cuts rolled over the heart
and
the suspicious stares of too many thoughts among
and
to smiled tenderly to them
and
the pain drifted beneath the skin
and
those overdue sweaty works
and
not having acknowledgments on
and
giving out the last fortune to sluggards
and
shamed the self and figure for laughters
and
another ones
and
another hundreds of them et seq. i'm going to preserve

how could i then,
for this long
for another thousands of quiet nights
for another hundreds of preservations

to not be a non compos mentis persona?

perseverance.