TO MY DETRIMENTAL
DISTRACTION
I have walked my tracks through arctic circles of dread,
curlicues of time, and labyrinths of things congealed.
I've stayed silent in crowds, and cried aloud when alone.
The essence of all this is this : no way to bleed a stone,
no way to sweeten bad sugar. May I take my grace and
leave? Can I walk backwards, stepping away of all that
before me? I roar with desire, but realize now there is
no satisfaction to be found there either.
I have walked my tracks through arctic circles of dread,
curlicues of time, and labyrinths of things congealed.
I've stayed silent in crowds, and cried aloud when alone.
The essence of all this is this : no way to bleed a stone,
no way to sweeten bad sugar. May I take my grace and
leave? Can I walk backwards, stepping away of all that
before me? I roar with desire, but realize now there is
no satisfaction to be found there either.
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