I, quiver, wonder why
I open my mouth
my belly knots and wrangles
the answers to the math
equation of mistakes to weakness
yesterday to morrow
my heart it shivers; icy fear
for shame, by God! It burrows.
I, quiver, wonder why
I have to open my mouth
for fear your eyes will come to see
that wasn't really
me, I try to paint my soul
never knowing how
me, myself, naked
in battle bleeding self and service
police my thoughts, no longer
Photo: A quiet moment in Trieste after I spent the entire day wondering what to do.
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