not here not now <br />not ready not the way <br /> to do that <br />convinced that you are (what... is that?) <br /> <br />making fear into <br /> real monsters <br /> <br />rhetorical questions waiting to draw out <br /> answers and grasping tightly <br /> to the quiet your waiting breaks <br /> <br />hurting <br /> the hurting <br />excusing for <br /> deserving <br /> <br />try to flip what is going <br /> to fit <br /> slipping fingers <br /> stubborn struggle <br /> holding on to let go <br /> of it <br /> <br />no talk <br />know love <br /> makes fears from <br /> work done <br /> blames information <br /> <br />don't <br /> can't hear <br /> (the music/talking all around) <br /> inverting above confusion <br /> complicating suspension now <br /> <br />mystified by definition <br /> pages of dust <br /> lead on paper <br /> voices <br /> for concealment <br /> more on fragile paper <br /> penciled in <br /> <br />consciousness expanded <br />but made narrow <br /> for their wind <br /> <br />piercing the forgiving heart <br />and <br /> the whole process <br />held <br />for more to say <br /> <br /> layers looked like <br />certainty <br />veils become shackles <br />a joke <br /> a gag, wise cracks <br /> but still restricts <br /> <br /> <br />dynamic inertia <br /> it's already stopped <br /> and i've fallen off <br /> still flying <br />with the concept <br /> of a view shaping <br /> what is empty <br /> another defining what <br />a friend is not <br />as light floods it again<br /><br />Thomas Quentin Sims<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/imbalanced-inertia/
