Wednesday, June 5, 2019

Decisions for Another Time

I am a crossroad
paths Gemini'd into confused existence
drawing bloody hands 
across inky timing

Unknowingness which guides this body
unwittingly into precarious shadows
a heart that knows 
only unsought donated boundaries

Clumsily supplicating higher powers
bestowing statements into scripts
gently dancing through 
cemetery pasts discarded

In this lack of comfort
friendly only with ghosts
that threaten current existence
I cannot mother a pedestal of anchorage






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