Hermin+Abramovitch
Whatever the gradient
Of my surplus I never
Manage to assuage my doubts
Even a breath is malignant
If clutched too long.
I carry several threads
Each a familiar of sorts
A miracle baited
But never cast for worry
That a violent entry
Might dislodge a link
Essential to my captivity.
I expect that the masks
Most worn are as real
As the faces beneath them
Fear being the confessor of all.
I hold up sheets of transparencies
To the heavens and view
The blue as a barrier to reason
What do I want?
And why can’t I ask for it?
Why do wishes seem to me
Guns without safety?
Cocked like a sneeze
I cover my mouth
Again and again afraid
Of the words that might
Confront invitation
Aim determines everything
And yet so little adheres
To our monochrome forecasts
Love never does and life
Is happier for astonishment.
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I have been feeling emotionally blocked and tentative to write
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