— after Rêveries
Sometimes all I have to do
Is stand firm glaring
Insist upon my place
And it will yield the path
Sometimes that is not enough
And I search for absent pleasure
To shield me from
Savage clawed thrashing
And sometimes that is not enough
I have to scribble
Wordy negotiations
Pleading to let me pass
But sometimes even that is not enough
The ravine widens; I plummet
I can’t climb out with
Jaws around my throat
At these times of torment
I thrash like a wild thing
Sensing its end until paradoxical
Calm fills the entire forest
And when I finally cross,
I feel transcendent for a time
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