I had to try
The very best
Not to gamble my
Pretensions away
Somehow by gathering every
Seed of my innocence
At all costs
I stopped still
In the tracks of symbolism
As if my heart depended on
Resolving all the
Meaningless corruptions
That ever existed
Deep interpretations
Percolated up
Like a punch in the gut
I don’t recall
Any black eyes at all
Just the untarnished memories
Beating like mallets
On the membrane
Of the xylophone
In my mind
© GÄ
Poétique 