New Order
it’s the pull in the gut, the lurching forward,
and the limbs lift
from sleep—and you were so sure
they’d never wake again—
nevermind, it’s here:
everything you’ve ever wanted but
nothing you were prepared for, smile and choose: left or right
always is insincerity at its best,
and never’s false
promises are exposed by
impetus and instinct,
but you know there’s a
decision to be made: you must rise
above stagnation and despair, so choose: right or left
slippery indecision: left or right, rote
or leave this place,
you decide and then you stop:
fear strangles you when love
is overcome, and
love emancipates you when fear is
overcome by everything you’re still not prepared for
never means nothing if its syllables spill
from the lips of
fear, always means everything
if its arms close around
someone to hold dear,
so know this: decision will come when
you know that the unknown is the only known there is
I’ve had a lot on my mind, see, and the preceding was a gigantic internal dialogue between my sense and my intuition that’s been pared down into a four-stanza opus with a regular syllabic pattern.
…and then lather, rinse, repeat. ♥ EAB