I could not bear a sense of
being bound in the wordy, veneered in
pilfered affirmations or vagrant passages… so, I
stood at the window… my eyes
coursed along coyote tracks
left in the snow…
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In the cold of winter, I see you speak
Of sun-blessed fields, of journeys through sands,
Of fire from heaven, and cities that burn;
If I may…
be so bold as to come before your throne and ask
honest questions, make observations in earnest,
or something like that.
I don’t know which, yet.
Some mornings I wake up deeply empty
And it is only duty that stirs me,
Only the heavy, unrelenting hand of obligation
That shakes off this clinging membrane of inertia.