Somnambulant

Too cold and driven, am I? Too riven? Too much the two-spirited one? Blame the blade: the divide between allowed and allowable. One pronoun, never unleashed, hunting its match in the contrary Repelling (and pursuing) the like charge; hopeless, enticing its opposite. The locked-away sound of the poet; a sad dog in a winter. Cellar whimpering: […]