Praxis

poetry
deserves
more from her
and yet
she spies retreat
skies of defeat

fear of
rejection
alteration
projection
articulation.

the
type
type
type: words

in pattern and song,
a dance

expansive and rich is
her mind
and it funnels
spiralling
into the eye

storm breaks her,
fakes her
into moving
right along.

without it she would
call all together
small

fall to pieces

yet to it,
she owes a
lifetime's love
more

today she
will notice
her feet on
the floor