When tensing I
Go into myself.
However, not for the simple
Stay.
Of apprehension,
But faceless discrepancy
Is sneaky.
Are we safely harbored,
Or does the intent entail
Retreat?
Time always returns us to the places we thought we escaped.
When tensing I
Go into myself.
However, not for the simple
Stay.
Of apprehension,
But faceless discrepancy
Is sneaky.
Are we safely harbored,
Or does the intent entail
Retreat?