Guilt predates my experience of failure
I is worthless even when chanted in unison
There’s no excusing oneself from the universe
Even in death we surreptitiously return
Birds passing from one landscape
Into the hormonal flush of a nascent sky
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I am in dire need of alternative
A lattice work trellis poised for admission
Yet all I find are locked casements
That shelter abandoned rooms
Not worth the risk of trespass
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I’ve banished hope
In order to override denial
The dragons are free
The hero being
Just another vandal
Distributing loveless letters
To passing strangers
Pleading for that which she
Most fears, freedom
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Today’s poem is very personal