Literature
Carpenter Ant Integrity
At the precipice
of much too much me
but not nearly enough you,
I cling to casual
and dare my hopes to leap.
Carpenter ant sturdy
in the midst of quivering quickenings,
I clamp my jaws around strong words
and swallow bravery--
a looming lunacy
of been here too many times before,
a parsing parching of patchwork pieces
I could no more
make sense of than mosaic.
This is an awakening,
a fungal infestation
of never felts and cannot bes--
a broad scope brooding
not faced, not forced, not named.
This parasite haunts brittle veins
in the silence of stillwater thoughts,
a tempting tightening
threatening to topple my resolve
and tip me headlong
into tomorrow's uncrested crevices.
At the precipice
of be mindful what you fight for
and chances worth the breaking,
I loose captive sap-spore words
with feeble breathbeats
and unearth a budding, bleeding you.
Please be careful what you outline
with calloused tips and sun-spurned eyes.
I'm not as hardened
as the morning makes me seem.
Day 3
