rough path.

2006-08-29 9:22 p.m.

in the midst of secret society, i ache, fall
into lulls that are too thick to hold me, some simple steps, and lullaby doesn't come easy - there is no sleep.

i am
waiting
for the great undoing
to set straight the forgotten, to take
lead.

i am
untying, tangled
in this nest of yarn and string
that once meant sympathy, or understanding - catch hands

flight won't guide, won't demand. reconcile
there are no sides. i shiver with the morning.

i shiver when the evening comes.

i learn about being lonely.

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