Do I know what action is? Sometimes I say the answer's yes. It's not true, just a presumptuous guess. And I know it's wrong Through every note of this song. From each thought unhad, Action silence-clad So don't ask me if I know the way When I'm taut with decisions Fraught with revisions Molded into the fray.
I didn't ask for this confusion, I thought I've always had questions But now those questions are absent, I search and wonder if I've curiosity left. A million reasons in every direction I can't be bothered to spell them out, Stretching far as I can decipher The way is clear but it's so dark out. Even still, moves so fluid, A partial step so long to start Momentum is strong the action ain't over, Silence keeps flowing, one part, next part.
These actions continue, seen or not, In quiet, cacophony, calm or storm. With winds whistling harsh approval Of time exploding, reducing form. So the ripples leave me, A shell of previous, True or devious art I lose the blue, As nothing grows Swallow my absence Tender reaction That nothing knows. Way, not way, Path unwound Bitter tear I'm sick and tired You've done your damage, be gone I ask. Inaction is the same as action, Priorities, really, that's the task.
"A new poem"
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