Force only when a moment opens itself.

Yet impulses that cannot control, coerce me to my knees.

I fall. Crawl. To some safe space.

There are no closets.

There are no safe spaces.

Firm feet ready for the battering ram.

The lie I tell limits my capacity of

Certainty or certitude in defense

Of the slap across my face.

Jurors are convinced, and

In declaration, Robes speak.

“Look toward the sky.

Answers are there

In the ether of nothingness.”

Their call, capturing my breadth, deflects the

Principals behind authority standing to convict,

While unseen public opinions highlight how godless I am.

Innocence steps to the pursuit of guilty

ignorance, jack hammering a deep sleep.

My love struggles to be conjured my rage.