i
every second
is a surrender
negotiated
in confessions
sit until
there is no sound
and then we
will begin to ripen
ii
to whom
will i return
this voice
when i am silent
once more
iii
the future lies
in hungry maps
that consume
our energy
and idle chat
if we learn
to wake
in hidden moments
when the night
has tethered itself
to the chair
like us
it is afraid
to give up
what isn't necessary
it is afraid
to let us wander
into the morning
in case we
don't return
"negotiated
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that couplet has inspired a poem for me... thanks for sharing.
The second one lingers. There is much pathos in that question, "to whom," which could be rhetorical, or too late (ouch).
ReplyDelete"it is afraid
ReplyDeleteto let us wander
into the morning
in case we
don't return"
Amazing!