In panic...
I am taken
under,
by my own hand
...into my
imagination,
with lawless command
...here I lie
re-baptized...
day and night,
craving dark,
fearing light...
...gray issues
out from my roots,
across the sky...
while I still chide
this ill begotten
pride...
as too old,
for such pursuit
...In time...
I must uncover
as to the why,
Am I...
always game
to the song
that is played
...in fervent
sweat left
to displace
a name...
a face,
a phrase...
...who lost the key
to the track...
somewhere
in the rain
...standing
shocked...
so far away,
from any dock
...bailing thoughts
from this deck
that's tipped
like in a suite,
teetering...
on the backs
of other peeps...
...loose tooth
footholds
spaced
precisely
as to trip
me up...
...and tie
us down
...in this tidal
pool of ideas...
from which I drown
...for lack of one
that I recognize
...or rather...
which I fail
to stake...
as mine