Nicolas Bruno
If my heart resides
In cumulus
Will I lose my essence
The indigenous howl
Of a harlequin moon?
Will I forget the temple
Culling foreign fetishes
From a lugubrious sea?
Will I become as atmosphere
Slithering through life unseen?
Will I abide in discontent
Recoiling from windows
As if opportunity
Were itself a form
Of castigation?
Will I live face-down?
Waist-deep?
Limp-fisted?
Legs-askew?
It is fear that bids me
To dream without procurement
To hope without exertion
That heaven may grant me
An insulating reprieve
What pretext could grant me
Eternal youth?
What pretext could render me
Alone unaccountable?
To feel my soul shedding
Its myriad skins
To know the irritation
Of the living
The imperfection
The uncertainty
To strip the skeins
From my tethered throat
That I may recapture
The alchemy of speech
If a golden tongue
Let it speak of love
For the night
A requisite dawn
A feathered parting
From a timorous sleep
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I have started to read again “Comfortable with Uncertainty” by Pema Chödrön. The beginning is about growing up and facing our fears. This is similar to yesterday’s poem same theme
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