corners (full poem)

what is it to feel a sense of urgency
without a place to go

. . . and, what is convergence with
no sense of urgency; what can emerge from this

center of expressions
and absurdity
reflected from the
center of impressions
and absurdity,
predestined
insecurities,
authorities,
maturities,
arrested ingenuity

what is it to feel
imprisoned
immaturily,
with hope to grow up
loved and
understood

what is it to be protected
by the surety, converging walls
of purity mixed with “up
to no good”

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