all around me.

I live in a place where
my thoughts leap up from the page
tinted in hints, tendrils of physical ellipses

The items collect, the dust is neglected, the detritus rejected
by my hand
that recoils

To whom do I utter the thoughts I now keep
that I guard
untenderly
tended

Would that my courage could find its sticking point
somewhere other than in
my heart
in its finest, most curdlingly fearful, yet pained, locales

Word to the weary and-yet-unwise;
do not put off doing today what you will not yet avoid
in a tomorrow that will come

Like the dog's muzzled nudges,
the curtains pulled asunder
the muttered confusion
that grows into a clarion call of clarity
from the child-into-man

And in the betweens,
sleep
and do not dare peep at the drifts
of clothes
and assorted scattered matter
do not let its existence collect
inside of a viewed tense

Rather,
sleep
with both lids
clamped
until the rigid brows, bowed,
become softened by time,
and relax into their lines of closure
naturally.

Comments

[Kyla]

You are amazing. Gorgeous.

[Cat]

Beautiful