tangential speech flowing seamlessly from the mouth.
Repressions ousted, manifest as words pour
like feelings festered, bound to go south.
Remission: the hand held tightly,
thoughts become, feelings become,
shooting shots off like glass shattering.
Lessons learned, trusting timidly, friends, feeling like
resin, sticking, between, my, fingers.
Directions gained and clarity appears
like a setting sun between forking branches
a back, not affront seen, time to turn for
sequestration. Following behind me, I turn around
to greet the one really rummaging through old memories like
ligation. Old bonds not broken, old feelings not spoken
for years but behind me with the moon you’ve been
my safe haven.