A Cryptid Named Monkman

warming under a vivid sun i relish the sensation of sweat evaporating from my twisted brow. i statue myself still and focus on the red glow behind weighted lids. mentally forcing my fingers through the polished floor, quieting my mind.

below panic, passion, and pride a plateau of peace surely awaits. placidity’s knell a deafening void pounding between my heartbeat in my ears. the cilia stretching from my lungs softly grasping for calm, i statuesit and quiet my mind.

what is meant for me might find me if i give it the chance to. with bated heart i linger in the space between calm and calculation, quietless.