Saturday, September 2, 2017

(Indebtedness)


Do I owe an explanation
For the lack of contribution,
A waning flow to trickle to dry
Of petty profundities performed
with choreographed complexities,
chaos and an absence of exuberance 
exploded in
gesticulations,
not i.

Where my arms dangled limply, 
bulging and blue-tipped,
there was no more holding on
to words like wind and when
yet with
all loses I have gained
a fine-tuned 
moment-hum…




Artwork by Fernand Khnopff, c. 1883 in [Public domain or CC BY-SA 4.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0)], via Wikimedia Commons.

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