Narrow

April and my head is still
Full of obfuscating snow
What do these mounds tell me?
That you cannot rush words
That even once blinded
The king cannot see
That in this vortex of independence
I am tethered to a single idea

There are times I would rather
Cleave than cling to the confusion
Of my startled sensibilities
Just to find myself anxious
To leave the confines of my home
For an everlasting bewilderment
Of solitary persuasion
At the shores of the sea
I long to enter

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