Choking
Thu, 25 Mar 1999 08:37:58 CST
Choking on the dust as I try to shake out my life,
as the accumulated debris falls at my feet.
The way ahead is not clear until all this settles around
fearing the fracturing foment, I:
seethe at the unfolding complications, coming to confront me.
hate those exigencies that arise, blocking my progress.
twist in the excreted entanglements that bind me,
hack at the unextricable hoodads that wrap around my limbs.
abhor those dirtdogs that pull at my cuffs, barking at my shadow,
that trip me as I drag my feet.
strain against their friction and gravity as I drag them forward.
rage at the red muck in my mind that muddies my resolve.
But more than any of that, I loath lethargy, unceasingly long
for lengthened horizons, lowered to my level by the destruction of
detrimental obstructing objects, and covet clear cascading courses
cooling my consternation, closing my concerns, carrying me quickly and
calmly to a new Xanadu.
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