Over trivial spaces, gnawing at a gnat, forgetting
souls are human. I’m still at a memory, so silent in time, came a moment in
direction; What? Outwitted. Climbing over circumstances. Needing wings to fly
away. So tamed. I’m found boring. And then a glimpse of a structure, a riddle
in a sentence. I don’t ask for much—just … I’m not certain … something too
stubborn might frighten us. Looked at
suspiciously: I didn’t invite this – not on these terms. Hard times made a person iron: removed and
sadness cleaved to its host … a powerful foothold. Many assailed the content, when it was
morose, asserting it wasn’t meant to share; I regrouped, a little here, a
little there, and more aphorisms. It’s difficult. It will become a hurtle. It
might be with us for some time … the mystic element, true grit, flame in
spirit, a vaultkeeper, so to assert.
I wonder about Psalms. It keeps coming back: “What am
I that Thou would visit me?” What was David undergoing? An entire life! I feel
indignant: Jamb a feeling!
In
thought I ask: What permits travel—from quarters to quarters, chambers, and
such: What opened the first vessel? What allows for discovery of procedure?
