Blotting its source
and cooling but why?
Blotting its source
and cooling but why?
This finally would be the year
of game-winners and accolades.
And so I rose early to prepare,
pounded down the dark road
before the long day of work and school,
hating the road,
hating the fear and weakness within.
Keeps dumping beauty and grace:
the cornflower, the gentian,
the shadow game
and streak of light.
The pretty eye,
the inward sigh,
the clearing mind
and day we might.
O friend I’ve failed to be.
Would that I could cut out
the cuts that slip from me.