by on July 27, 2023 :: 0 comments

With an inability
To inhabit my life
I’m a cut-out
In a windstorm
A tempered restraint
On a whim
Where re-owning
One’s self
Is the only way
But I sway
To beats unbecoming
And a rhythm
By the night

editors note:

And, yet, to tie this down could be a stifling stability. – mh clay

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