there is this form before me
a blurry exchange of heightened reason, beyond the struggle,
elemental fury, fighting the right for releasing the scene.
she only knows of what isn’t but isn’t afraid of who or why,
catastrophic logic, effortlessly bound, aimed at the beginning with
the first bullet of a gun // by her side.
i know a person within me
who pays for certainty with doubt, attracting the poles to each other,
a forceful sight without pockets of change, shaking the sights of borrowed prisms,
of those who shout from the bowels of their shoes, wearing the wigs of egos, unknown
while forward glances form the rhythms heard throughout,
shaping her everyday birth and harrowing the fees.
and she’s close to the edge, crumbling rocks below.