Avoidance
Another soft yet adamant thing
clambers to reach you, barred
by a cunning machinery assembled
by your own disruptive hand. Go,
work until you barely feel. Ascend
and trek physical instead of heart
distance; now, snap seeming beauty,
tackle yet another riddle external to
the partially opened one within. Go,
run from the wide-eyed initial version
of you. It’s safe here, though see if
you do not falter, strangely, midway.
Behind every seeming journey’s rise is a lock
to be picked. In a home, an abandoned room
with a window on the verge of collapse.
In that clumsy room is a call. Answer it.
