when you come to a stop,
i shall surrender.
never mind lifetimes,
we’ve just these seconds
to prove we are braver
than the silence we pretend;
in our deeper ignorance, the
steady intolerance disturbs
our very being down to the
marrow— how twisted we are,
deranged and intertwined. only,
we are so tangled up in one
another… i loose myself in
these knots we’ve tied ourselves
into that either one of us will
be lost if we had to unwind

© mr gahon 4/13/15


About mr gahon

poet... writer... culinarian... i like to work with food that appeals to the senses, write words that taste even better View all posts by mr gahon

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