Through the Window

I crawl through the window
just to give that a try
does that make me amoral?
To see how a unused way works,
feels, is?
Am I in some danger
of breaking those ever-gripping spikes
on my conscience gear?
Possibly, yes, but If so I'd better
remove the apparatus entirely
from that soft nest.
So nothing can burst its vital skin
so nothing will dig where there's no hole
No violence will be done to its infant flesh
Or cause premature hardness
of scars that blood no longer feeds.

My child heart and I shall climb
through the window.

nov 6 08

2 comments:

kate alexis said...

I like this one.

Anonymous said...

your words are like an extraordinarly gifted paint brush on the blank canvas in my head.