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.