Dilemma
Yes, no--
every day deeper--
this, that--
maybe--
no, not.
Grinding of the gods
peels away raw chaff
from bleeding grain,
daydream by nightmare,
week by moment.
Heartbeats nor breathing
repair this rift that
tumult has torn
between two rights
that are both wrong.
Struggle nor simmer
brings any glimmer
of release.
The breath continues,
but the blood
grows thicker.
Yes, no--
it is not given to know,
but to go forward--
or just go.
Other Links:
What poets say about love: part 9
As Below, So Above
As Far Beyond As Here
