ossified with the tedium of being myself
all muscle of motivation slackened from the bone
I’m completely benumbed to the muse choking on the fumes of my effort
five long years five! I gave it one
it’s a curious thing to have the universe snatch the reins furiously held thinking right is the right way
as I sit here now before this hearth of change the flickering spark tells my soul there is more
my resistance rises as always this to the movement to the will
do I do it again or can I be quiet and live
does a butterfly emerge into transformed life only when we can see it
where are the hidden successions when they are not hung from the trees