how dare I?
crumbling letters from the air I breathe
I sink it in, deftly, and try to believe
there is nothing, no, nothing
that could force me to change
my mind’s not the right one
my words rearranged
and I sink within everything trying to free
something itching and biting and terrifying me
and the worship deemed fickle
that sets the whole stage
has been reading by stanza
and writing by page
so I sink once again to familiar abyss
uncertainty’s frightening when brothered to this
Copyright L.M. 2007.