stuck on stupor, windless sails
to what destination? they might ask
are they clog or eases?
to exert dominance and control
on what ground, basis or indoctrination
are we afraid or just tired- what comes
washing down if the pang is just before the helpless act
and there is however, a long time afterwards
is it the toil or the gibber, which is important?
we agonize and fear for our ego attained at high price
is it our calm, peace, or death,
things rot while we wait, the wait is the game- attrition
is the pull all falls when we win,
when we reach precipice is it still fun. they prescribe
the building of towers as the consequence of diminishing return
what pulls the push, if we are stuck on stupor
is it timely, momentarily, or pent up.
is it hunger greed or curiousness is it control or dominance?
a thorn in my flesh
a pang whose cure comes at a bitter price
at the point of contact the mole is elsewhere
squeaking louder how can i catch it before it flies
how can i look down with all in mind
or rest undisturbed...
by
Victor Samuel
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